William Butler Yeats

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

Owen Aherne And His Dancers

Poem by William Butler Yeats

A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,
Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out.
It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.


Comments about Owen Aherne And His Dancers by William Butler Yeats

  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (11/21/2019 4:12:00 PM)

    it's been pointed out to me by PH member Valentin Savin, that the above 'poem' is just the first of six stanzas of the poem!(Report)Reply

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  • Samuel Butler (11/20/2019 3:37:00 PM)

    Cease your idiotic rambling? This is a great poem! shut the up.(Report)Reply

    Bri Edwards(11/21/2019 4:12:00 PM)

    Who asked YOU, S. Butler, for YOUR opinion on MY comments? ?

    see my latest comment, above. btw, next time you want to type on PH, use! !

    ;))))))))))

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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (11/19/2019 5:45:00 PM)

    what? i can't hear youuuuuuuuuuu!

    ? ?(Report)Reply

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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (4/11/2019 12:24:00 PM)

    this means what? ? ?

    bri

    :)(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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