William Butler Yeats Poems (357 Poems)
Solomon And The Witch (William Butler Yeats Poems)
And thus declared that Arab lady: ‘Last night, where under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, Within my arms great Solomon, I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue Not his, not mine.’ Who understood Whatever … Continue reading
He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty (William Butler Yeats Poems)
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 And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: And therefore my heart will bow, when dew … Continue reading
Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune’s Sake (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, And I am shrunken to skin and bone, For all my heart has had for its hire Is what I can whistle alone and alone. Oro, oro! Tomorrow night I will break … Continue reading
Upon A Dying Lady (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face. She would not have us sad because she is … Continue reading
Crazy Jane Reproved (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but show that Heaven yawns; Great Europa played the fool That changed a lover for a bull. Fol de rol, fol … Continue reading
The Peacock (William Butler Yeats Poems)
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 … Continue reading
A First Confession (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling, Nothing but coquetry. I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For a man’s … Continue reading
Crazy Jane On The Mountain (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I am tired of cursing the Bishop, (Said Crazy Jane) Nine books or nine hats Would not make him a man. I have found something worse To meditate on. A King had some beautiful cousins. But where are they gone? … Continue reading
To A Young Girl (William Butler Yeats Poems)
My dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother Can know it as I know, Who broke my heart for her When the wild thought, That she denies And … Continue reading
A Stick Of Incense (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Whence did all that fury come? From empty tomb or Virgin womb? Saint Joseph thought the world would melt But liked the way his finger smelt. (William Butler Yeats)
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