William Butler Yeats

13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939


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The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

Responsibilities. The Magi
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.

He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrowbone.

A Full Moon in March, 1935. A Prayer for Old Age
Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.
If soul my look and body touch,
Which is the more blest?

Last Poems, 1936-1939, The Lady's Second Song
A pity beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love.

The Rose, 1893. The Pity of Love
Irish poets, learn your trade,
Sing whatever is well made.

Last Poems, 1936-1939, under ben bulben
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. His Phoenix
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.

The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933. Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."