William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Spirit Medium - Poem by William Butler Yeats

POETRY, music, I have loved, and yet
Because of those new dead
That come into my soul and escape
Confusion of the bed,
Or those begotten or unbegotten
Perning in a band,

I bend my body to the spade
Or grope with a dirty hand.

Or those begotten or unbegotten,
For I would not recall
Some that being unbegotten
Are not individual,
But copy some one action,
Moulding it of dust or sand,

I bend my body to the spade
Or grope with a dirty hand.

An old ghost's thoughts are lightning,
To follow is to die;
Poetry and music I have banished,
But the stupidity
Of root, shoot, blossom or clay
Makes no demand.

I bend my body to the spade
Or grope with a dirty hand.


Comments about The Spirit Medium by William Butler Yeats

  • Mithilesh Yadav Mithilesh Yadav (1/29/2016 10:48:00 PM)

    An old ghost's thoughts are lightning,
    To follow is to die;
    Poetry and music I have banished,
    But the stupidity
    Of root, shoot, blossom or clay
    Makes no demand.


    grrt penned (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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