Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: Last Poems,1936–1939, The Circus Animal’s Desertion, III
Contributed by: Zaady
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, The Lady’s Second Song, st. 3.
How many loved your moments of glad grace And loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
Source: The Rose, 1893. When You Are Old, st. 2
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?
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, The Spur
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
Source: Letter (4 January 1939)
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.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence.
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, long-Legged fly, refrain
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
Source: The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. His Phoenix, refrain
I will arise and go now and go to Innisfree And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Source: The Rose, 1893. The Lake Isle of Innisfree, st. I
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