Poésies de William Butler Yeats

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  • A Bronze Head

    HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
    Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
    Everything else withered and mummy-dead.

  • A Coat

    I MADE my song a coat
    Covered with embroideries
    Out of old mythologies
    From heel to throat;
    But he fools caught it,

  • A Cradle Song

    THE angels are stooping
    Above your bed;
    They weary of trooping
    With the whimpering dead.
    God's laughing in Heaven

  • A Crazed Girl

    THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
    Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
    Her soul in division from itself

  • A Deep-Sworn Vow

    OTHERS because you did not keep
    That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
    Yet always when I look death in the face,

  • A Dialogue Of Self And Soul

    i{My Soul} I summon to the winding ancient stair;
    Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,

  • A Dramatic Poem

    The deck of an ancient ship.At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky an

  • A Dream Of Death

    I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
    Near no accustomed hand,
    And they had nailed the boards above her face,

  • A Drinking Song

    WINE comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That's all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.

  • A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety

    COME swish around, my pretty punk,
    And keep me dancing still
    That I may stay a sober man
    Although I drink my fill.

  • Tous les poèmes de William Butler Yeats débutant par la lettre A


  • Baile And Aillinn

    ARGUMENT.Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the
    Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land

  • Beautiful Lofty Things

    BEAUTIFUL lofty things:O'Leary's noble head;
    My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd:

  • Before The World Was Made

    If I make the lashes dark
    And the eyes more bright
    And the lips more scarlet,
    Or ask if all be right
    From mirror after mirror,

  • Beggar To Beggar Cried

    'TIME to put off the world and go somewhere
    And find my health again in the sea air,'

  • Blood And The Moon

    BLESSED be this place,
    More blessed still this tower;
    A bloody, arrogant power
    Rose out of the race
    Uttering, mastering it,

  • Broken Dreams

    THERE is grey in your hair.
    Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
    When you are passing;

  • Byzantium

    THE unpurged images of day recede;
    The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
    Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song


  • Chosen

    The lot of love is chosen.I learnt that much
    Struggling for an image on the track
    Of the whirling Zodiac.

  • Church And State

    HERE is fresh matter, poet,
    Matter for old age meet;
    Might of the Church and the State,
    Their mobs put under their feet.

  • Colonel Martin

    THE Colonel went out sailing,
    He spoke with Turk and Jew,
    With Christian and with Infidel,
    For all tongues he knew.

  • Colonus' Praise

    Chorus. Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise
    The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies,

  • Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites

    COME gather round me, Parnellites,
    And praise our chosen man;
    Stand upright on your legs awhile,
    Stand upright while you can,

  • Consolation

    O but there is wisdom
    In what the sages said;
    But stretch that body for a while
    And lay down that head

  • Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931

    Under my window-ledge the waters race,
    Otters below and moor-hens on the top,
    Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's face

  • Coole Park, 1929

    I meditate upon a swallow's flight,
    Upon a aged woman and her house,
    A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night

  • Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman

    I know, although when looks meet
    I tremble to the bone,
    The more I leave the door unlatched
    The sooner love is gone,

  • Crazy Jane And The Bishop

    Bring me to the blasted oak
    That I, midnight upon the stroke,
    (All find safety in the tomb.)
    May call down curses on his head

  • Tous les poèmes de William Butler Yeats débutant par la lettre C


  • Death

    NOR dread nor hope attend
    A dying animal;
    A man awaits his end
    Dreading and hoping all;
    Many times he died,

  • Demon And Beast

    FOR certain minutes at the least
    That crafty demon and that loud beast
    That plague me day and night
    Ran out of my sight;

  • Down By The Salley Gardens

    DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
    She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.

  • Drinking Song

    Wine comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That's all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.


  • Easter, 1916

    I have met them at close of day
    Coming with vivid faces
    From counter or desk among grey
    Eighteenth-century houses.

  • Ego Dominus Tuus

    Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
    Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still

  • Ephemera

    'YOUR eyes that once were never weary of mine
    Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids,
    Because our love is waning.'


  • Faery Song

    Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.
    We who are old, old and gay,

  • Fallen Majesty

    Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
    And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,

  • Father And Child

    She hears me strike the board and say
    That she is under ban
    Of all good men and women,
    Being mentioned with a man

  • Fergus And The Druid

    Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks,
    And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,

  • For Anne Gregory

    'NEVER shall a young man,
    Thrown into despair
    By those great honey-coloured
    Ramparts at your ear,
    Love you for yourself alone

  • Form the Green Helmet And Other Poems

    I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem
    The butt-end of a steering-oar,
    And saw wherever I could turn
    A crowd upon a shore.

  • Fragments

    LOCKE sank into a swoon;
    The Garden died;
    God took the spinning-jenny
    Out of his side.
    Where got I that truth?

  • Friends

    NOW must I these three praise --
    Three women that have wrought
    What joy is in my days:
    One because no thought,

  • From A Full Moon In March

    UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
    A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown


  • Girl's Song

    I went out alone
    To sing a song or two,
    My fancy on a man,
    And you know who.
    Another came in sight
    That on a stick relied

  • Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors

    WHAT they undertook to do
    They brought to pass;
    All things hang like a drop of dew
    Upon a blade of grass.



  • I Am Of Ireland

    'I am of Ireland,
    And the Holy Land of Ireland,
    And time runs on,' cried she.
    'Come out of charity,

  • Imitated From The Japanese

    A MOST astonishing thing --
    Seventy years have I lived;
    (Hurrah for the flowers of Spring,
    For Spring is here again.)

  • In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen

    FIVE-AND-TWENTY years have gone
    Since old William pollexfen
    Laid his strong bones down in death
    By his wife Elizabeth

  • In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz

    The light of evening, Lissadell,
    Great windows open to the south,
    Two girls in silk kimonos, both
    Beautiful, one a gazelle.

  • In Memory of Major Robert Gregory

    Now that we're almost settled in our house
    I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us

  • In Tara's Halls

    A MAN I praise that once in Tara's Hals
    Said to the woman on his knees, 'Lie still.
    My hundredth year is at an end.I think

  • In The Seven Woods

    I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
    Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees

  • Into The Twilight

    OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
    Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
    Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,

  • Introductory Lines (The Shadowy Waters)

    I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
    Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond
    Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn;



  • Lapis Lazuli

    (For Harry Clifton)
    I HAVE heard that hysterical women say
    They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.

  • Leda And The Swan

    A SUDDEN blow:the great wings beating still
    Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed

  • Lines Written In Dejection

    WHEN have I last looked on
    The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
    Of the dark leopards of the moon?

  • Long-Legged Fly

    THAT civilisation may not sink,
    Its great battle lost,
    Quiet the dog, tether the pony
    To a distant post;

  • Love Song

    My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,
    And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;

  • Love's Loneliness

    Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
    Rise as kindred should.
    If ever lover's loneliness
    Came where you stood,

  • Lullaby

    Beloved, may your sleep be sound
    That have found it where you fed.
    What were all the world's alarms


  • Mad As The Mist And Snow

    Bolt and bar the shutter,
    For the foul winds blow:
    Our minds are at their best this night,
    And I seem to know

  • Maid Quiet

    WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to,
    Nodding her russet hood?
    The winds that awakened the stars
    Are blowing through my blood.

  • Man And The Echo

    Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt
    Under broken stone I halt
    At the bottom of a pit
    That broad noon has never lit,

  • Me Peacock

    WHAT'S riches to him
    That has made a great peacock
    With the pride of his eye?
    The wind-beaten, stone-grey,

  • Meditations In Time Of Civil War

    Ancestral Houses
    SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
    Amid the rustle of his planted hills,

  • Meeting

    Hidden by old age awhile
    In masker's cloak and hood,
    Each hating what the other loved,
    Face to face we stood:

  • Memory

    ONE had a lovely face,
    And two or three had charm,
    But charm and face were in vain
    Because the mountain grass

  • Men Improve With The Years

    I AM worn out with dreams;
    A weather-worn, marble triton
    Among the streams;
    And all day long I look
    Upon this lady's beauty

  • Michael Robartes and the Dancer

    He. Opinion is not worth a rush;
    In this altar-piece the knight,
    Who grips his long spear so to push

  • Mohini Chatterjee

    I ASKED if I should pray.
    But the Brahmin said,
    'pray for nothing, say
    Every night in bed,
    'I have been a king,




  • Parnell

    William Butler Yeat

  • Parnell's Funeral

    Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
    A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown

  • Parting

    He. Dear, I must be gone
    While night Shuts the eyes
    Of the household spies;
    That song announces dawn.

  • Paudeen

    INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
    Of our old paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind

  • Peace

    AH, that Time could touch a form
    That could show what Homer's age
    Bred to be a hero's wage.
    'Were not all her life but storm

  • Politics

    HOW can I, that girl standing there,
    My attention fix
    On Roman or on Russian
    Or on Spanish politics?

  • Presences

    THIS night has been so strange that it seemed
    As if the hair stood up on my head.
    From going-down of the sun I have dreamed


  • Quarrel In Old Age

    WHERE had her sweetness gone?
    What fanatics invent
    In this blind bitter town,
    Fantasy or incident
    Not worth thinking of,


  • Reconciliation

    SOME may have blamed you that you took away
    The verses that could move them on the day

  • Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland

    THE old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,
    Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;

  • Remorse For Intemperate Speech

    I RANTED to the knave and fool,
    But outgrew that school,
    Would transform the part,
    Fit audience found, but cannot rule

  • Responsibilities - Closing

    While I, that reed-throated whisperer
    Who comes at need, although not now as once
    A clear articulation in the air,

  • Responsibilities - Introduction

    Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
    Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end,

  • Running To Paradise

    As I came over Windy Gap
    They threw a halfpenny into my cap.
    For I am running to paradise;
    And all that I need do is to wish


  • Sailing To Byzantium

    That is no country for old men. The young
    In one another's arms, birds in the trees

  • September

    WHAT need you, being come to sense,
    But fumble in a greasy till
    And add the halfpence to the pence

  • September 1913

    What need you, being come to sense,
    But fumble in a greasy till
    And add the halfpence to the pence


  • Tom At Cruachan

    On Cruachan's plain slept he
    That must sing in a rhyme
    What most could shake his soul:
    'The stallion Eternity

  • Tom O'Roughley

    'THOUGH logic-choppers rule the town,
    And every man and maid and boy
    Has marked a distant object down,

  • Tom the Lunatic

    Sang old Tom the lunatic
    That sleeps under the canopy:
    'What change has put my thoughts astray

  • Towards Break Of Day

    WAS it the double of my dream
    The woman that by me lay
    Dreamed, or did we halve a dream
    Under the first cold gleam of day?

  • Two Songs From a Play

    I saw a staring virgin stand
    Where holy Dionysus died,
    And tear the heart out of his side.
    And lay the heart upon her hand

  • Two Songs of a Fool

    A speckled cat and a tame hare
    Eat at my hearthstone
    And seep there;
    And both look up to me alone
    For learning and defence

  • Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake

    My Paistin Finn is my sole desire,
    And I am shrunken to skin and bone,
    For all my heart has had for its hire

  • Two Years Later

    HAS no one said those daring
    Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
    Or warned you how despairing
    The moths are when they are burned?


  • Under Ben Bulben

    SWEAR by what the sages spoke
    Round the Mareotic Lake
    That the Witch of Atlas knew,
    Spoke and set the cocks a-crow.

  • Under Saturn

    DO not because this day I have grown saturnine
    Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought

  • Under The Moon

    I HAVE no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,
    Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,

  • Under The Round Tower

    'ALTHOUGH I'd lie lapped up in linen
    A deal I'd sweat and little earn
    If I should live as live the neighbours,'

  • Upon A Dying Lady

    Her Courtesy
    WITH the old kindness, the old distinguished grace,
    She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair

  • Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation

    HOW should the world be luckier if this house,
    Where passion and precision have been one
    Time out of mind, became too ruinous


  • Vacilliation

    BETWEEN extremities
    Man runs his course;
    A brand, or flaming breath.
    Comes to destroy
    All those antinomies
    Of day and night;

  • Veronica's Napkin

    THE Heavenly Circuit; Berenice's Hair;
    Tent-pole of Eden; the tent's drapery;
    Symbolical glory of thc earth and air!


  • What Then?

    HIS chosen comrades thought at school
    He must grow a famous man;
    He thought the same and lived by rule,

  • What Was Lost

    I SING what was lost and dread what was won,
    I walk in a battle fought over again,

  • When Helen Lived

    WE have cried in our despair
    That men desert,
    For some trivial affair
    Or noisy, insolent sport,
    Beauty that we have won

  • When You Are Old

    WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

  • Where My Books go

    All the words that I utter,
    And all the words that I write,
    Must spread out their wings untiring,

  • Who Goes With Fergus?

    WHO will go drive with Fergus now,
    And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
    And dance upon the level shore?

  • Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad?

    WHY should not old men be mad?
    Some have known a likely lad
    That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist
    Turn to a drunken journalist;

  • Wisdom

    THE true faith discovered was
    When painted panel, statuary.
    Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
    Amended what was told awry

  • Words

    I HAD this thought a while ago,
    'My darling cannot understand
    What I have done, or what would do
    In this blind bitter land.'

  • Words For Music Perhaps

    BRING me to the blasted oak
    That I, midnight upon the stroke,
    (All find safety in the tomb.)


  • Young Man's Song

    'She will change,' I cried.
    'Into a withered crone.'
    The heart in my side,
    That so still had lain,
    In noble rage replied

  • Youth And Age

    MUCH did I rage when young,
    Being by the world oppressed,
    But now with flattering tongue
    It speeds the parting guest.