William Butler Yeats

[W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/9/2015 10:53:00 AM)

    Yeats Obituary - from The New York Times - January 29,1939:
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    Nice, France, Jan.29. - The death of William Butler Yeats, famous Irish poet and playwright, occurred yesterday near Mentone. Mr. Yeats, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923, was 73 years old.
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    Mentone, France, Jan.29 (AP) . - Mr. Yeats died in the little French Riviera town of Roquebrune, after a short illness, at a boarding house where he and his wife had been staying.
    He will be buried tomorrow at Roquebrune. It was expected, however, that eventually the poet's body would be removed to his native Ireland.
    Mr. Yeats arrived in Roquebrune early last month in ill health. He suffered repeated heart attacks, and was able to take only short walks in the gardens of the house where he stayed. He had been confined to his bed since Tuesday.
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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (6/13/2015 1:45:00 PM)

    “Yeats matters today in the way that Shakespeare or Jonson or Dickinson matter, ” says the critic and poet James Longenbach. “He's inseparable from what we understand the medium of the English language is capable of producing on the page.”

    TS Eliot called Yeats one of those few whose history is the history of their own time, who are a part of the consciousness of an age which cannot be understood without them.

  • Deniz Atay Deniz Atay (8/16/2014 9:53:00 AM)

    W.B. Yeats is one of the closest poets (friends) to me. Words are insufficient to describe his poetry and legacy - you just have to live (and love) him...

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:43:00 PM)

    Classic and modern touches in his poetry. A Bronze Head is a very good poem of his.

  • Jack Growden Jack Growden (11/1/2013 1:00:00 AM)

    Brilliant poet! ! The greatest of his era in my opinion.

  • Dan Prichard (6/13/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    We made this short film, inspired by Yeats' 'When you are old and grey', here: http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=qyDEEQoVqjY&feature=plcp The film explores the power of poetry and the experience of first love, using Yeats' work as its text. Hope you enjoy.

  • Barbara Nixon Barbara Nixon (4/12/2012 12:55:00 PM)

    William Butler Yeats is my favourite poet, he captures a mystique and depth in his poetry that touches my soul.

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    these poems are very good for childre like us

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  • (11/8/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    one of my all time favorite writers

Best Poem of William Butler Yeats

When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
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;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Read the full of When You Are Old

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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