written by William Butler YeatsOn Cruachan's plain slept he
That must sing in a rhyme
What most could shake his soul:
'The stallion Eternity
Mounted the mare of Time,
'Gat the foal of the world.'
William Butler Yeats
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Mon 11.29.2010 at 17:13
SICKNESS brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Tue 11.23.2010 at 04:02
HOW can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Thu 11.11.2010 at 11:19
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Fri 11.05.2010 at 03:02
I
LOCKE sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.
II
Where got I that truth?
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Wed 10.27.2010 at 20:44
The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Sun 10.03.2010 at 10:21
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,