William Butler Yeats

Ireland
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet

Quotes



I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.
That toil of growing up;
The ignominy of boyhood; the distress
Of boyhood changing into man;
The unfinished man and his pain.
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.
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