William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeatswas an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years he served as an Irish Senator for two terms. Yeats was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and, along with Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn, and others, founded the Abbey Theatre, where he served as its chief during its early years. In 1923, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth13 June 1865
CitySandymount, Ireland
CountryIreland
Of conflicts with others we make retorica, of conflicts with ourselves poetry
Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.
The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.
What can be explained is not poetry.
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass Cannot keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain.
I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more....
I have heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, Of poets that are always gay
All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman's face, or worse-- The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand Than this accustomed toil.
O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What's not for their applause, Being for a woman's sake.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
What shall I do for pretty girlsNow my old bawd is dead?
I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.
I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.