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June celebrates the month that William Butler Yeats was born. I would like to start a Yeats thread and see how far we can take it.
Perhaps we could do a different author or theme in each weeks thread. Lets give it a whirl and see what happens.
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Posted at 3:28PM, 18 June 2006 PDT
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze....
William Butler Yeats
"He Tells of the Perfect Beauty."
Originally posted 72 months ago.
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St Joseph thought the world would melt
But liked the way his finger smelt.
William Butler Yeats . "A Stick of Incense."
Originally posted 72 months ago.
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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.
--William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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"Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "V. Consolation."]
Posted 72 months ago.
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"The Lake Isle of Innisfree"
By William Butler Yeats
"I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core."
1892
Posted 72 months ago.
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another great thread, Mike -- thanks!
Posted 72 months ago.
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What Was Lost
I SING what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone.
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"What's riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye."
~ William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939 ~
"I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core."
~ William Butler Yeats ~
From "The Lake Isle of Innisfree"
Originally posted 72 months ago.
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"....Come away, Oh human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand...."
*....from "The Stolen Child" by William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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A great idea, Mike.
"tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
(He wishes for the cloths of heaven)
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A passion-driven exultant man sings out
Sentences that he has never thought....
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VIII. Whence Had They Come?"]
Posted 72 months ago.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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"Never Give All the Heart" by W. B. Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
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The Wheel
by William Butler Yeats
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;
And after that there s nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come --
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.
Posted 72 months ago.
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Easter, 1916
Poem lyrics of Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats.
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
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“Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon...”
~ William Butler Yeats
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Land of Heart's Desire, Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
William Butler Yeats
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
William Butler Yeats
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The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-- William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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No expectation fails there,
No pleasing habit ends,
No man grows old, no girl grows cold,
But friends walk by friends.
William Butler Yeats
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Down By the Sally Gardens
by W.B. Yeats
It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree
Posted 72 months ago.
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The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman
YOU waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play,
Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart;
In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
The herring are not in the tides as they were of old;
My sorrow! for many a creak gave the creel in the-cart
That carried the take to Sligo town to be sold,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
And ah, you proud maiden, you are not so fair when his oar
Is heard on the water, as they were, the proud and apart,
Who paced in the eve by the nets on the pebbly shore,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
William Butler Yeats
Posted 72 months ago.
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I saw a staring virgin stand
Where holy Dionysus died,
And tear the heart out of his side,
And lay the heart upon her hand
And bear that beating heart away;
[William Butler Yeats
The Resurrection: Songs from a Play (l. 1-5)
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Great idea! here is my contribution...
A young man in the dark am I,
But a wild old man in the light,
That can make a cat laugh, or
Can tough by mother wit
Things hid in their marrow bones
From time long passed away,
from The Wild Old Wicked Man by William Butler Yeats
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"These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, So much the more thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye."
~ William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939 ~
'Put off that mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes.'
'O no, my dear, you make so bold
"To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold.'
'I would but find what's there to find,
Love or deceit.'
'It was the mask engaged your mind,
And after set your heart to beat,
Not what's behind.'
'But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire.'
'O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you, in me?'"
~ William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939 ~
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"What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass."
"Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth."
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"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy,
which sustained him through temporary periods of joy."
~ William Butler Yeats
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"And I that have not your faith, how shall I know
That in the blinding light beyond the grave
We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost?
The hourly kindness, the day’s common speech,
The habitual content of each with each
When neither soul nor body has been crossed."
---William Butler Yeats in "Responsibilities and Other Poems"
Originally posted 56 months ago.
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I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
Posted 37 months ago.
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
~ Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
Posted 37 months ago.
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"Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand." William Bulter Yeats
Posted 36 months ago.
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Couldn't pass a thread on Yeats without sharing a couple of self explanatary images from Drumcliffe:
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Originally posted 22 months ago.
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Thanks, Manx.
Posted 22 months ago.
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Ben Bulben from Drumcliffe Cemetery:
Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
Originally posted 22 months ago.
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Posted 5 months ago.
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John - I can't find any quote with the shot above - and no reference to Yeats - could you explain further please?
Posted 5 months ago.
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