William Butler Yeats

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

High Talk

Poem by William Butler Yeats

PROCESSIONS that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye.
What if my great-granddad had a pair that were twenty foot high,
And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern Stalks upon higher,
Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence or a fire.
Because piebald ponies, led bears, caged lions, ake but poor shows,
Because children demand Daddy-long-legs upon This timber toes,
Because women in the upper storeys demand a face at the pane,
That patching old heels they may shriek, I take to chisel and plane.

Malachi Stilt-Jack am I, whatever I learned has run wild, From collar to collar, from stilt to stilt, from father to child.
All metaphor, Malachi, stilts and all. A barnacle goose
Far up in the stretches of night; night splits and the dawn breaks loose;
I, through the terrible novelty of light, stalk on, stalk on;
Those great sea-horses bare their teeth and laugh at the dawn.


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  • MaryS (5/11/2019 6:27:00 PM)

    Shame shame shame on you for the messy job and typos in this, one of the greatest poems in the English language.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001



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