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W.B. Yeats

Date de naissance: 13. juin 1865
Date de décès: 28. janvier 1939

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William Butler Yeats , est un poète et dramaturge irlandais, né le 13 juin 1865 à Sandymount et mort le 28 janvier 1939 à Roquebrune Cap Martin,, en France. Fils du peintre John Butler Yeats, il est l'un des instigateurs du renouveau de la littérature irlandaise et cofondateur, avec Lady Gregory, de l'Abbey Theatre. Il a reçu le prix Nobel de littérature en 1923.

Ses premières œuvres aspiraient à une richesse romantique, ce que retrace son recueil publié en 1893 Crépuscule celtique, mais la quarantaine venant, inspiré par sa relation avec les poètes modernistes comme Ezra Pound et en lien avec son implication dans le nationalisme irlandais, il évolua vers un style moderne sans concession. Yeats fut aussi un sénateur de l'État libre d'Irlande pendant deux mandats.

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Citations W.B. Yeats

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„Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.“

— W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Context: p>Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. </p The Stolen Child http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1695/, st. 1

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„The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart.“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile Tara uprooted, and new commonness Upon the throne and crying about the streets And hanging its paper flowers from post to post, Because it is alone of all things happy. I am contented, for I know that Quiet Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer, Who but awaits His house to shoot, still hands A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee. In The Seven Woods http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1518/

„Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages, And all the drop-scenes drop at once Upon a hundred thousand stages, It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce. Lapis Lazuli, st. 2

„These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: Have you made greatness your companion, Although it be for children that you sigh: These are the clouds about the fallen sun, The majesty that shuts his burning eye. These Are The Clouds http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1715/

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„Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: Some may have blamed you that you took away The verses that could move them on the day When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind With lightning, you went from me, and I could find Nothing to make a song about but kings, Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things That were like memories of you--but now We'll out, for the world lives as long ago; And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit, Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit. But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone, My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone. Reconciliation http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1568/

„Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent. Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop, st. 3

„Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world’s eyes As though they’d wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there’s more enterprise In walking naked. A Coat http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1393/

„O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry—
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.“

— W.B. Yeats
Context: p>O hurry where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, When they have but looked upon their images-- Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky, When the sun looked out of his golden hood?-- O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there I will drive all those lovers out and cry— O my share of the world, O yellow hair! No one has ever loved but you and I.</p The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/

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