O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: Among School Children
Contributed by: Zaady
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. Quarrel in Old Age
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
Source: The Letters of W. B. Yeats Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary Moore, refrain
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
Source: Responsibilities. To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, Under Ben Bulben
see T. S. Eliot, 'Yeats the Poet' and W. H. Auden, 'Yeats the Poet'
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. The years like great black oxen tread the world And God the herdsman goads them on behind And I am broken by their passing feet.
Source: The Countess Cathleen, 1892, last lines
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. For Anne Gregory
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.
Source: The Tower, 1928. Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
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