William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

241. On Being Asked For A War Poem 5/15/2001
242. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
243. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
244. The Dolls 5/17/2001
245. Crazy Jane On God 1/13/2003
246. Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 1/3/2003
247. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
248. Peace 5/15/2001
249. Beggar To Beggar Cried 5/15/2001
250. A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus 1/13/2003
251. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 5/15/2001
252. Consolation 1/13/2003
253. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
254. Solomon To Sheba 5/16/2001
255. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
256. At Galway Races 5/15/2001
257. A Stick Of Incense 5/15/2001
258. A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness 1/13/2003
259. Wisdom 5/17/2001
260. The Fairy Pendant 1/3/2003
261. The Secret Rose 5/17/2001
262. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
263. Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin 5/15/2001
264. Oil And Blood 5/15/2001
265. Aedh Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 1/3/2003
266. The Folly Of Being Comforted 5/17/2001
267. September 5/16/2001
268. Chosen 1/13/2003
269. The Dawn 5/17/2001
270. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
271. Father And Child 1/13/2003
272. Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers 1/13/2003
273. News For The Delphic Oracle 5/15/2001
274. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
275. Lullaby 1/13/2003
276. Girl's Song 1/13/2003
277. A Man Young And Old: Vi. His Memories 1/13/2003
278. Demon And Beast 5/15/2001
279. Coole Park, 1929 1/13/2003
280. Drinking Song 1/3/2003

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • Dan Prichard (6/13/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    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.

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  • 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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  • (11/8/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    one of my all time favorite writers

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (6/14/2008 1:34:00 AM)

    your poems flies into new horizen.

  • Aidan O'Huaithne (11/14/2006 11:00:00 PM)

    'Hmm, what should i say about a man like Yeats, probably just say he is Irish pride.' Yeah I love that bread. (Explanation= http: //www.irishpride.ie/)

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/30/2006 8:54:00 AM)

    Hmm, what should i say about a man like Yeats, probably just say he is Irish pride

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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