written by William Butler YeatsCOME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.
William Butler Yeats
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Thu 08.13.2009 at 06:36
ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman's face, or worse --
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Mon 08.03.2009 at 02:17
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Thu 07.02.2009 at 05:17
'NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Mon 06.29.2009 at 23:08
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Thu 06.25.2009 at 09:54
OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Sat 06.13.2009 at 18:53
MY mother dandled me and sang,
"How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.