William Butler Yeats Poems (357 Poems)
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A Man Young And Old (William Butler Yeats Poems)
IFirst Love THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty’s murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I thought her body boreA heart of flesh and blood.But since I laid a hand thereonAnd found a heart of … Continue reading
A Lover’s Quarrel Among the Fairies (William Butler Yeats Poems)
<i>A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.</i> Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!We will lead you hand in handBy the willows in the glade,By the gorse on the high land, By the pasture where the lambsShall awake with … Continue reading
A Deep-Sworn Vow (William Butler Yeats Poems)
OTHERS because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I grow excited with wine,Suddenly I meet your face. (William Butler … Continue reading
The Indian To His Love (William Butler Yeats Poems)
The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship … Continue reading
Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931 (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven’s face Then darkening through ‘dark’ Raftery’s ‘cellar’ drop, Run underground, rise in a rocky place In Coole demesne, and there … Continue reading
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I (William Butler Yeats Poems)
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known three centuries, poets sing, Of dalliance with a demon thing. Oisin. Sad to remember, sick with years, The swift innumerable … Continue reading
To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I, the poet William Yeats, With old mill boards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored this tower for my wife George; And may these characters remain When all is ruin once again. (William Butler Yeats)
Coole Park, 1929 (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I meditate upon a swallow’s flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works constructed there in nature’s spite For scholars and for poets after us, … Continue reading
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
Memory (William Butler Yeats Poems)
One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain Because the mountain grass Cannot but keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain. (William Butler Yeats)
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