William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

321. Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers 1/13/2003
322. Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? 5/17/2001
323. He Remembers Forgotten Beauty 1/3/2003
324. I Am Of Ireland 1/13/2003
325. A Meditation In Time Of War 5/15/2001
326. A Man Young And Old: Viii. Summer And Spring 1/13/2003
327. Love Song 1/3/2003
328. Broken Dreams 5/15/2001
329. Are You Content? 5/15/2001
330. In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz 1/13/2003
331. Words 5/17/2001
332. Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen 5/15/2001
333. A Memory Of Youth 5/15/2001
334. A Prayer For My Son 5/15/2001
335. The Circus Animals' Desertion 1/13/2003
336. A Poet To His Beloved 5/15/2001
337. Long-Legged Fly 5/15/2001
338. Death 5/15/2001
339. All Things Can Tempt Me 5/15/2001
340. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
341. Ephemera 5/15/2001
342. The Cat And The Moon 5/17/2001
343. Young Man's Song 1/3/2003
344. A Man Young And Old: Ii. Human Dignity 1/13/2003
345. Where My Books Go 1/3/2003
346. Friends 5/15/2001
347. For Anne Gregory 5/15/2001
348. Mad As The Mist And Snow 1/13/2003
349. The Choice 5/17/2001
350. Adam's Curse 5/15/2001
351. Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop 1/13/2003
352. The Two Trees 5/17/2001
353. A Man Young And Old: Iv. The Death Of The Hare 1/13/2003
354. No Second Troy 5/15/2001
355. Politics 5/15/2001
356. A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies 1/3/2003
357. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
358. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
359. Down By The Salley Gardens 5/15/2001
360. After Long Silence 1/3/2003

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  • Sacheeka Benaragama (2/11/2012 10:52:00 PM)

    these poems are very good for childre like us

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  • (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.

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  • 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/)

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  • 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

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Best Poem of William Butler Yeats

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of i{Spiritus Mundi}
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion ...

Read the full of The Second Coming

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: