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June 12, 2015
The Wild Swans at Coole By W B Yeats
The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me … Continue reading →
A Last Confession By W B Yeats
What lively lad most pleasured me Of all that with me lay? I answer that I gave my soul And loved in misery, But had great pleasure with a lad That I loved bodily. Flinging from his arms I laughed … Continue reading →
An Irish Airman Forsees His Death By William Butler Yeats
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My county is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely … Continue reading →
Love’s Loneliness By W B Yeats
Old fathers, great-grandfathers, Rise as kindred should. If ever lover’s loneliness Came where you stood, Pray that Heaven protect us That protect your blood. The mountain throws a shadow, Thin is the moon’s horn; What did we remember Under the … Continue reading →
June 11, 2015
Quotes by W. B. Yeats
Quotes: 1. Here we will moor our lonely ship And wander ever with woven hands, Murmuring softly lip to lip, Along the grass, along the sands, Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands. 2. I have spread my dreams … Continue reading →
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve By William Butler Yeats
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, sang To some stringed instrument none there had seen, A wall behind his back, over his head A latticed window. … Continue reading →
A Bronze Head By William Butler Yeats
HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird’s round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. What great tomb-haunter sweeps the distant sky (Something may linger there though all else die;) And finds there nothing to … Continue reading →
June 10, 2015
The White Birds By William Butler Yeats
I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low … Continue reading →
The Lake Isle of Innisfree By W. B. Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And … Continue reading →
Writing Tips – Poetry
Title: Writing Tips – Poetry Author: New Poet’s Press Full Text & Source: http://www.newpoetspress.com/writetip... The Internet, Online, 10/6/2015 Sample Text: How Do I Know If I’m A Poet? To Rhyme or Not To Rhyme? What is Cliche? How Long Should … Continue reading →
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