William Butler Yeats

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

A Meditation In Time Of War

Poem by William Butler Yeats

FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy'.

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  • Richard (1/10/2018 6:05:00 AM)

    Nice poem, I liked the words. Also what(Report)Reply

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  • Wojja Fink (4/6/2009 3:52:00 PM)

    How it is, but how we forget...........and poppies grow in flanders fields....(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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