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 W. B. Yeats's Profile |
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I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. |
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| Age: | 99 years old |
| Sex: | Male |
| Location: | Sligo, Dublin |
| Country: |  Ireland |
| Zodiac: |  Gemini (May 21 - Jun 20) |
| Last Login: | Oct 24, 2007 (316 days back) |
About Me |
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| Where My Books go All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken’d or starry bright. William Butler Yeats was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1865, the son of a well-known Irish painter, John Butler Yeats. He spent his childhood in County Sligo, where his parents were raised, and in London. He returned to Dublin at the age of fifteen to continue his education and study painting, but quickly discovered he preferred poetry. Born into the Anglo-Irish landowning class, Yeats became involved with the Celtic Revival, a movement against the cultural influences of English rule in Ireland during the Victorian period, which sought to promote the spirit of Ireland's native heritage. Though Yeats never learned Gaelic himself, his writing at the turn of the century drew extensively from sources in Irish mythology and folklore. Also a potent influence on his poetry was the Irish revolutionary Maud Gonne, whom he met in 1889, a woman equally famous for her passionate nationalist politics and her beauty. Though she married another man in 1903 and grew apart from Yeats (and Yeats himself was eventually married to another woman, Georgie Hyde Lees), she remained a powerful figure in his poetry. Poetry: First PeriodYeats's verse can be divided into two periods, the first lasting from 1886 to about 1900. The poetry of this period shows a debt to Spenser, Shelley, and the Pre-Raphaelites. It centers on Irish mythology and themes and is mystical, slow-paced, and lyrical. Among the best-known poems of the period are "Falling of Leaves", "When You Are Old", and "The Lake Isle of Innisfree". Yeats edited William Blake's works in 1893, and his own Poems were collected in 1895. Drama and Prose Yeats's efforts to foster Irish nationalism were inspired for years by Maud Gonne, an Irish patriot for whom he had a hopeless passion and to whom he repeatedly and fruitlessly proposed marriage. In 1898 with Lady Augusta Gregory, George Moore, and Edward Martyn he founded the Irish Literary Theatre in Dublin; their first production (1899) was Yeats's The Countess Cathleen (written 1889–92). Yeats helped produce plays and collaborated with Lady Gregory on the comedy The Pot of Broth (1929) and other plays. The Irish Literary Theatre produced several of Yeats's plays including Cathleen ni Houlihan (1902), and—after the Abbey Theatre was opened—The Hour Glass (1904), The Land of Heart's Desire (1904), and Deirdre (1907). Yeats's prose tales of Irish legend were collected in The Celtic Twilight (1893) and in the symbolic The Secret Rose (1897). Poetry: Second Period, and Later Life Yeats's poetry deepened as he grew older. In the verse of his middle and late years he renounced his early transcendentalism; his poetry became stronger, more physical and realistic. A recurring theme is the polarity between extremes such as the physical and the spiritual, the real and the imagined. Memorable poems from this period include "The Second Coming", "The Tower", and "Sailing to Byzantium". Yeats initiated his second period in such volumes as In the Seven Woods (1903) and The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910). In 1917 he married Bertha Georgiana Hyde-Lees (known as Georgie or George), and his occultism was encouraged by his wife's automatic writing. His prose work A Vision (1937; privately printed 1926) is the basis of much of his poetry in The Wild Swans at Coole (1917) and Four Plays for Dancers (1921). Yeats was deeply involved in politics in Ireland, and in the twenties, despite Irish independence from England, his verse reflected a pessimism about the political situation in his country and the rest of Europe, paralleling the increasing conservativism of his American counterparts in London, T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound. His work after 1910 was strongly influenced by Pound, becoming more modern in its concision and imagery, but Yeats never abandoned his strict adherence to traditional verse forms. He had a life-long interest in mysticism and the occult, which was off-putting to some readers, but he remained uninhibited in advancing his idiosyncratic philosophy, and his poetry continued to grow stronger as he grew older. Appointed a senator of the Irish Free State in 1922, he is remembered as an important cultural leader, as a major playwright (he was one of the founders of the famous Abbey Theatre in Dublin), and as one of the very greatest poets—in any language—of the century. W. B. Yeats was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1923 and died in 1939 at the age of 73. For all that is done and said. We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead. And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died? The Sorrow of Love (first printed version, 1892) The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, Had hid away earth's old and weary cry. And then you came with those red mournful lips, And with you came the whole of the world's tears, And all the sorrows of her labouring ships, And all the burden of her myriad years. And now the sparrows warring in the eaves, The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky, And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry. |
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My Interests |
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The Moods TIME drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods Has fallen away? The Mask "PUT off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold." "I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind." "But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be; What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?" Oil And Blood IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; |
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I'd like to meet:The best and the worst; The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.A young Artist I am proud to know: Miss Snezic This wonderful painting was done by my very dear friend, Miss Snezic . She is not only a talented painter, but also a graphic designer, and a very lovely young Lady. You can see more of her work if you visit her here . |
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Books: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, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made. What if I look upon a man As though on my beloved, And my blood be cold the while And my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel Or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was Before the world was made. |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Married |
| Hometown: | Dublin |
| Occupation: | Dramatist, author and poet |
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My Blog |
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In Memory Of Your Dream One July Night |
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| For the rose in the deeps of my heart.A Dream of a Life Before This One (Beinecke Library, Yale University)The cries of the curlew and peewit, the honey-pale orb of the moon,The dew-covered grass of t... Posted by W. B. Yeats on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:28:00 PST |
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The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart |
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| For Scotia. The Rose In The Deeps Of His HeartAll things uncomely and broken,All things worn-out and old,The cry of a child by the roadway,The creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the ploughma... Posted by W. B. Yeats on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 06:10:00 PST |
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Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven |
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| For John. Enjoy!Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of HeavenHAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half... Posted by W. B. Yeats on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 05:29:00 PST |
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The Celtic Twilight - Dust Hath Closed Helen's Eye |
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I have been lately to a little group of houses, not many enough to be called a village, in the barony of Kiltartan in County Galway, whose name, Ballylee, is known throu... Posted by W. B. Yeats on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 12:00:00 PST |
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The Celtic Twilight - A Teller of Tales |
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| Many of the tales in this book were told me by one Paddy Flynn, a little bright-eyed old man, who lived in a leaky and one-roomed cabin in the village of Ballisodare, which is, he was wont to say, "th... Posted by W. B. Yeats on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 02:51:00 PST |
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