William Butler Yeats

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

A Friend's Illness

Poem by William Butler Yeats

SICKNESS brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed
Against a soul?

Comments about A Friend's Illness by William Butler Yeats

  • Julia Luber (6/19/2019 12:37:00 PM)

    brief, bit curious, succinct(Report)Reply

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  • Resh Kav (6/23/2017 8:20:00 PM)

    sad tone. nice to read this(Report)Reply

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  • Donald BramleyDonald Bramley (2/13/2014 6:36:00 PM)

    It takes me to the breaking point of query, Good!(Report)Reply

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  • Andrew Hoellering (12/15/2009 3:05:00 AM)

    The suffering of a person one loves moves one more than the suffering of those not know to one personally.
    A simple thought, beautifully expressed, but not necessarily true. Think of Miranda's line in Shakespeare's Tempest; 'How I suffered with those that I saw suffer.' It takes an exceptional person to feel that way.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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