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. Tom The Lunatic 1/3/2003
43. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
44. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
45. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
46. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
47. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
48. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
49. The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters 1/13/2003
50. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
51. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
52. The Peacock 1/13/2003
53. The Statues 5/17/2001
54. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
55. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
56. The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves 5/17/2001
57. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
58. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
59. The Scholars 5/17/2001
60. The Pilgrim 5/17/2001
61. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
62. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures 5/17/2001
63. Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation 5/17/2001
64. The Hour Before Dawn 5/17/2001
65. Three Movements 5/17/2001
66. The Moods 5/17/2001
67. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
68. The Old Stone Cross 5/17/2001
69. The Sad Shepherd 5/17/2001
70. The Saint And The Hunchback 5/17/2001
71. The O'Rahilly 5/17/2001
72. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
73. To A Young Beauty 5/17/2001
74. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
75. When Helen Lived 5/17/2001
76. The Indian Upon God 5/17/2001
77. The Rose Tree 5/17/2001
78. Three Things 1/13/2003
79. The Phases Of The Moon 5/17/2001
80. The Song Of The Old Mother 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:

    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.
    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.

  • 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.

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

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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