William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

281. Drinking Song 1/3/2003
282. The Fish 5/17/2001
283. Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors 5/15/2001
284. He Remembers Forgotten Beauty 1/3/2003
285. Oil And Blood 5/15/2001
286. His Dream 1/13/2003
287. Another Song Of A Fool 1/13/2003
288. In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory 1/3/2003
289. Father And Child 1/13/2003
290. A Man Young And Old: Vii. The Friends Of His Youth 1/13/2003
291. Lullaby 1/13/2003
292. Sixteen Dead Men 5/16/2001
293. Men Improve With The Years 5/15/2001
294. Parting 1/13/2003
295. The Fisherman 5/17/2001
296. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
297. A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup 1/13/2003
298. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
299. In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz 1/13/2003
300. Wisdom 5/17/2001
301. An Image From A Past Life 5/15/2001
302. All Souls' Night 5/15/2001
303. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
304. Beautiful Lofty Things 5/15/2001
305. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
306. Words For Music Perhaps 5/17/2001
307. That The Night Come 5/17/2001
308. Her Dream 1/3/2003
309. The Municipal Gallery Revisited 5/17/2001
310. Remorse For Intemperate Speech 5/15/2001
311. A Meditation In Time Of War 5/15/2001
312. Young Man's Song 1/3/2003
313. A Man Young And Old: Ix. The Secrets Of The Old 1/13/2003
314. Who Goes With Fergus? 5/17/2001
315. A Prayer For My Son 5/15/2001
316. Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931 1/13/2003
317. Memory 5/15/2001
318. Lapis Lazuli 5/15/2001
319. Sweet Dancer 5/17/2001
320. Blood And The Moon 5/15/2001

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

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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