William Butler Yeats

[W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

William Butler Yeats Poems

41. The People 5/17/2001
42. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
43. The New Faces 5/17/2001
44. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
45. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
46. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
47. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
48. The Indian Upon God 5/17/2001
49. The Scholars 5/17/2001
50. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
51. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
52. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
53. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
54. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
55. Tom The Lunatic 1/3/2003
56. To A Young Beauty 5/17/2001
57. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
58. The Moods 5/17/2001
59. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
60. The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters 1/13/2003
61. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
62. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
63. The O'Rahilly 5/17/2001
64. The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves 5/17/2001
65. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
66. The Pilgrim 5/17/2001
67. Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation 5/17/2001
68. The Rose Of Peace 5/17/2001
69. The Three Bushes 5/17/2001
70. The Mother Of God 5/17/2001
71. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
72. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
73. The Old Stone Cross 5/17/2001
74. The Saint And The Hunchback 5/17/2001
75. The Phases Of The Moon 5/17/2001
76. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
77. To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire 5/17/2001
78. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
79. The Rose Tree 5/17/2001
80. To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear 5/17/2001

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/9/2015 10:53:00 AM)

    Yeats Obituary - from The New York Times - January 29,1939:
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    Nice, France, Jan.29. - The death of William Butler Yeats, famous Irish poet and playwright, occurred yesterday near Mentone. Mr. Yeats, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923, was 73 years old.
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    Mentone, France, Jan.29 (AP) . - Mr. Yeats died in the little French Riviera town of Roquebrune, after a short illness, at a boarding house where he and his wife had been staying.
    He will be buried tomorrow at Roquebrune. It was expected, however, that eventually the poet's body would be removed to his native Ireland.
    Mr. Yeats arrived in Roquebrune early last month in ill health. He suffered repeated heart attacks, and was able to take only short walks in the gardens of the house where he stayed. He had been confined to his bed since Tuesday.
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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/13/2015 1:45:00 PM)

    “Yeats matters today in the way that Shakespeare or Jonson or Dickinson matter, ” says the critic and poet James Longenbach. “He's inseparable from what we understand the medium of the English language is capable of producing on the page.”

    TS Eliot called Yeats one of those few whose history is the history of their own time, who are a part of the consciousness of an age which cannot be understood without them.

  • Deniz Atay Deniz Atay (8/16/2014 9:53:00 AM)

    W.B. Yeats is one of the closest poets (friends) to me. Words are insufficient to describe his poetry and legacy - you just have to live (and love) him...

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:43:00 PM)

    Classic and modern touches in his poetry. A Bronze Head is a very good poem of his.

  • Jack Growden Jack Growden (11/1/2013 1:00:00 AM)

    Brilliant poet! ! The greatest of his era in my opinion.

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    We made this short film, inspired by Yeats' 'When you are old and grey', here: http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=qyDEEQoVqjY&feature=plcp The film explores the power of poetry and the experience of first love, using Yeats' work as its text. Hope you enjoy.

  • Barbara Nixon Barbara Nixon (4/12/2012 12:55:00 PM)

    William Butler Yeats is my favourite poet, he captures a mystique and depth in his poetry that touches my soul.

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Best Poem of William Butler Yeats

When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Read the full of When You Are Old

The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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