William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

281. Men Improve With The Years 5/15/2001
282. Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen 5/15/2001
283. Running To Paradise 5/15/2001
284. Her Dream 1/3/2003
285. Under Ben Bulben 5/17/2001
286. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
287. He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead 5/15/2001
288. Lullaby 1/13/2003
289. The Dolls 5/17/2001
290. All Things Can Tempt Me 5/15/2001
291. The Folly Of Being Comforted 5/17/2001
292. Coole Park, 1929 1/13/2003
293. Words For Music Perhaps 5/17/2001
294. Blood And The Moon 5/15/2001
295. Her Praise 5/15/2001
296. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
297. Adam's Curse 5/15/2001
298. Fergus And The Druid 5/15/2001
299. The Scholars 5/17/2001
300. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
301. Memory 5/15/2001
302. A Woman Young And Old 5/15/2001
303. The White Birds 5/17/2001
304. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
305. He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty 5/15/2001
306. He Remembers Forgotten Beauty 1/3/2003
307. Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? 5/17/2001
308. O Do Not Love Too Long 5/15/2001
309. The Two Trees 5/17/2001
310. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
311. Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman 1/13/2003
312. Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers 1/13/2003
313. No Second Troy 5/15/2001
314. The Fisherman 5/17/2001
315. A Poet To His Beloved 5/15/2001
316. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
317. The Gyres 5/17/2001
318. To A Young Girl 5/17/2001
319. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
320. The Fish 5/17/2001

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

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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