William Butler Yeats

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

Presences - Poem by William Butler Yeats

THIS night has been so strange that it seemed
As if the hair stood up on my head.
From going-down of the sun I have dreamed
That women laughing, or timid or wild,
In rustle of lace or silken stuff,
Climbed up my creaking stair. They had read
All I had rhymed of that monstrous thing
Returned and yet unrequited love.
They stood in the door and stood between
My great wood lectern and the fire
Till I could hear their hearts beating:
One is a harlot, and one a child
That never looked upon man with desire.
And one, it may be, a queen.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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