William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

241. Her Triumph 1/13/2003
242. Oil And Blood 5/15/2001
243. What Then? 5/17/2001
244. His Dream 1/13/2003
245. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes 1/13/2003
246. Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman 1/13/2003
247. The Fascination Of What's Difficult 5/17/2001
248. Chosen 1/13/2003
249. In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory 1/3/2003
250. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
251. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
252. The Dolls 5/17/2001
253. Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 1/3/2003
254. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
255. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
256. Peace 5/15/2001
257. An Appointment 5/15/2001
258. A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus 1/13/2003
259. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
260. Consolation 1/13/2003
261. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
262. At Galway Races 5/15/2001
263. Fergus And The Druid 5/15/2001
264. A Stick Of Incense 5/15/2001
265. Demon And Beast 5/15/2001
266. A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness 1/13/2003
267. The Fairy Pendant 1/3/2003
268. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
269. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
270. Aedh Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 1/3/2003
271. The Folly Of Being Comforted 5/17/2001
272. September 5/16/2001
273. He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace 5/15/2001
274. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
275. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
276. The Dawn 5/17/2001
277. Father And Child 1/13/2003
278. Crazy Jane On God 1/13/2003
279. Lullaby 1/13/2003
280. Parting 1/13/2003

Comments about William Butler Yeats

  • (11/8/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    one of my all time favorite writers

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  • 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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