PRESENCES, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
PRESENCES, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) HIS night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down of the sun I have…
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June 28, 2022
A POET TO HIS BELOVED, William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
A POET TO HIS BELOVED, William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) BRING you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears…
June 28, 2022
PEACE, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
PEACE, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) H, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer's age Bred to be a hero's wage. 'Were not all her life but…
June 28, 2022
ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) THINK it better that in times like these A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth We have no…
June 28, 2022
ON A POLITICAL PRISONER, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
ON A POLITICAL PRISONER, W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) HE that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and flew Down…
June 28, 2022