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
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: The Letters of W. B. Yeats Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
Contributed by: Zaady
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
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
Source: Dramatis Personae (1935)
Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
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.
Source: The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. A Drinking Song
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
Source: The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. The Coming of Wisdom with Time
Words alone are certain good.
Source: Crossways, 1889, The Song of the Happy Shepherd
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'
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