A Vision 2: A Packet for Ezra Pound

By the late 1930s William Butler Yeats was an old man. He celebrated his seventieth birthday in 1935; his health, never robust, became increasingly fragile as the 1930s wore on. Gone were the days when he went on lecture tours across the English-speaking world, sleeping on trains to save expenses while giving one lecture or poetry reading after another for weeks on end. The rain and snow that sweep in from the North Atlantic and make Irish winters so bitter were more than his failing health coul...