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A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.
William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
Politician
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Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
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I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
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God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, And gives a little round of deeds and days.
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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?
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As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said. Yet all must copy copies, all increase their kind.
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Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.
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Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.
William Butler Yeats
I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows.
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All art that is not mere storytelling, or mere portraiture, is symbolic, and has the purpose of those symbolic talismans which medieval magicians made with complex colours and forms, and bade their patients ponder over daily, and guard with holy secrecy for it entangles, in complex colours and forms, a part of the Divine Essence.
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If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf
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But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
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Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on.
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Even the wisest man grows tense With some sort of violence Before he can accomplish fate, Know his work or choose his mate. Poet and sculptor, do the work, Nor let the modish painter shirk
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When I think of all the books I have read, and of the wise words I have heard spoken, and of the anxiety I have given to parents and grandparents, and of the hopes that I have had, all life weighed in the scales of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.
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Only the dead can be forgiven But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.
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In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead at the top.
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Our words must seem to be inevitable.
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And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.
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I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.
William Butler Yeats
A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.
William Butler Yeats
Maybe the bride-bed brings despair, For each an imagined image brings And finds a real image there...
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