William Butler Yeats

Ireland
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet

Quotes



Whatever flames upon the night
Man's own resinous heart has fed.

Odor of blood when Christ was slain
Made all Platonic tolerance vain
And vain all Doric discipline.
Everything that man esteems
Endures a moment or a day.
Love's pleasure drives his love away,
The painter's brush consumes his dreams.
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