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
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die
now I bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found Where seven Ephesian topers slept and never knew When Alexander's empire passed, they slept so sound.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
What if the Church and the State Are the mob that howls at the door! Wine shall run thick to the end, Bread taste sour.
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
even The bed of love, that in the imagination Had seemed to be the giver of all peace, Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting, And as soon finished.
While man can still his body keep Wine or love drug him to sleep, Waking he thanks the Lord that he Has body and its stupidity....
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.
It would need a great deal of wisdom to know what it is we want to know.
Things said or done long years ago,Or things I did not do or sayBut thought that I might say or do,Weigh me down, and not a dayBut something is recalled,My conscience or my vanity appalled.