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W. B. Yeats

William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet, dramatist, prose writer, and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. Born in Sandymount, Dublin, Yeats was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and co-founded the Abbey Theatre. His early work was deeply influenced by the Celtic Revival, imbued with mysticism and symbolism, often exploring Irish myth and folklore.

Educated in both Dublin and London, Yeats’ literary career commenced with poetry that reflected his fascination with Irish legends and the occult. His early collections, such as "The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems" (1889), established him as a notable poetic voice. Yeats' interest in esotericism led him to join the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, which significantly influenced his metaphysical themes.

As his style matured, Yeats’ work became more personal and political, capturing the complexities of Irish identity. Key works from his later period include "The Tower" (1928) and "The Winding Stair and Other Poems" (1933). He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1923, celebrated for his lyrical poetry and significant cultural contributions.

Yeats also served as a senator for the Irish Free State from 1922 to 1928. He continued to write prolifically until his death in 1939 in Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, France, leaving behind a legacy that profoundly influenced modern poetry.

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A Little Bright-eyed Old Man

Many of the tales in this book were told me by one Paddy Flynn, a…
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The Religion of a Sailor

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck−house,…
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The Condition of Quiet That is the Condition of Vision

Even to−day our country people speak with the dead and with some who perhaps have…
By W. B. Yeats
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Into the Twilight

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;…
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A Faery Loved a Little Child

A faery loved a little child who used to cut turf at the side of…
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Belief and Unbelief

There are some doubters even in the western villages. One woman told me last Christmas…
By W. B. Yeats
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Wing-Footed Wanderer

He only can create the greatest imaginable beauty who has endured all imaginable pangs, for…
By W. B. Yeats
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Threads of Life

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he…
By W. B. Yeats
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The Miraculous Mildness of Her Face

But what filled me with wonder was the miraculous mildness of her face. There are…
By W. B. Yeats
Poetry

A Dream of Death

I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand;
And…
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