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
Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round, And hands hurl in the deep The banners of East and West, And the girdle of light is unbound, Your breast will not lie by the breast Of your beloved in sleep
When we are young we long to tread a way none have trod before
The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.
When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance?
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves among silence
Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
It is a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must always be having arguments.
O love is the crooked thing,There is nobody wise enoughTo find out all that is in it.
A man who does not exist,A man who is but a dream.
Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
Maybe the bride-bed brings despair, For each an imagined image brings And finds a real image there....
My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transfigured me.
Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.