Yeats Day

W B Yeats book

Well its a double hit this week of Irish writer days today is the 150th annivesary of the birth of William Butler Yeats .I first came across Yeats at school he is one of the few Poets I have actually like from reading the first poem by him which I was The Magi . I brought the above copy about twenty years ago and have read it few many times .This collection was sorted and put together by Yeats himself so I found it maybe a choice of what he considered his best work and for me that is good enough my copy came out in 1938  .Then later in the week we have this years Bloomsday .

The Stolen Child

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

I choose the first two verses of Stolen child as it ties in with a song version of the poem from the Waterboys . It is also worth checking out there album of songs from his poems a n appointment with Mr Yeats .

Have you a favourite  poem by him


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Barbara de Garcia
    Jun 13, 2015 @ 16:04:39

    My favorite poem by him is “In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markewiecz” because of my interest in both these historical figures.


  2. Séamus Duggan
    Jun 16, 2015 @ 01:08:50

    Hard to pick a favourite. I love Yeats. The Circus Animals Desertion is the one that comes to mind today – it might be different tomorrow. “I must lie down where all the ladders start / In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.”
    Or perhaps The Cold Heaven
    “SUDDENLY I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
    That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
    And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
    So wild that every casual thought of that and this
    Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
    With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
    And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
    Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
    Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
    Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
    Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
    By the injustice of the skies for punishment?”


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June 2015


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