Poetries by William Butler Yeats

Poet, playwright, writer and mystic Irish, born tuesday june 13, 1865 in Sandymount (Ireland), died saturday january 28, 1939 in Menton (France)
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Easter, 1916

I write it out in a verse—
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
a terrible beauty is born.
William Butler Yeats
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    You think it horrible that lust and rage
    Should dance attention upon my old age;
    They were not such a plague when I was young;
    What else have I to spur me into song?
    William Butler Yeats
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      Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
      Speech after long silence; it is right,
      All other lovers being estranged or dead,
      Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,
      The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,
      That we descant and yet again descant
      Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
      Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
      We loved each other and were ignorant.
      William Butler Yeats
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        Posted by: Marilů Rossi
        The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
        The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
        And all that famous harmony of leaves,
        Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

        A girl arose that had red mournful lips
        And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
        Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
        And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

        Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
        A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
        And all that lamentation of the leaves,
        Could but compose man's image and his cry.
        William Butler Yeats
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