William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

321. Are You Content? 5/15/2001
322. In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz 1/13/2003
323. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
324. Beautiful Lofty Things 5/15/2001
325. Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931 1/13/2003
326. O Do Not Love Too Long 5/15/2001
327. A Prayer For My Son 5/15/2001
328. A Man Young And Old: Viii. Summer And Spring 1/13/2003
329. For Anne Gregory 5/15/2001
330. A Poet To His Beloved 5/15/2001
331. Broken Dreams 5/15/2001
332. A Man Young And Old: Ix. The Secrets Of The Old 1/13/2003
333. Words 5/17/2001
334. A Memory Of Youth 5/15/2001
335. Love Song 1/3/2003
336. I Am Of Ireland 1/13/2003
337. Friends 5/15/2001
338. Her Anxiety 1/3/2003
339. The Circus Animals' Desertion 1/13/2003
340. Long-Legged Fly 5/15/2001
341. All Things Can Tempt Me 5/15/2001
342. The Two Trees 5/17/2001
343. Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen 5/15/2001
344. Where My Books Go 1/3/2003
345. Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop 1/13/2003
346. The Choice 5/17/2001
347. The Cat And The Moon 5/17/2001
348. Adam's Curse 5/15/2001
349. Death 5/15/2001
350. A Man Young And Old: Iv. The Death Of The Hare 1/13/2003
351. A Model For The Laureate 5/15/2001
352. A Man Young And Old: Ii. Human Dignity 1/13/2003
353. Ephemera 5/15/2001
354. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
355. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
356. An Acre Of Grass 5/15/2001
357. Politics 5/15/2001
358. Mad As The Mist And Snow 1/13/2003
359. Before The World Was Made 1/13/2003
360. A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies 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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