poems for every reason...

Authors starting with Y

- William Butler Yeats (June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939) -

Ancestry: Sandymount, County Dublin, Ireland

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet, dramatist, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years Yeats served as an Irish Senator for two terms. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival, and along with Lady Gregory and Edward Martyn founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years. In 1923, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for what the Nobel Committee described as "inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation." He was the first Irishman so honored. Yeats is generally considered one of the few writers whose greatest works were completed after being awarded the Nobel Prize; such works include The Tower (1928) and The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1929).

Yeats was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth, and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult. Those topics feature in the first phase of his work, which lasted roughly until the turn of the century. His earliest volume of verse was published in 1889, and those slowly paced and lyrical poems display debts to Edmund Spenser and Percy Bysshe Shelley, as well as to the lyricism of the Pre-Raphaelite poets. From 1900, Yeats' poetry grew more physical and realistic. He largely renounced the transcendental beliefs of his youth, though he remained preoccupied with physical and spiritual masks, as well as with cyclical theories of life. Over the years, Yeats adopted many different ideological positions, including, in the words of the critic Michael Valdez Moses, "those of radical nationalist, classical liberal, reactionary conservative and millenarian nihilist".

  • 1
Now must I these three praise Three women that have wrought What joy is in...
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take ...
William Butler Yeats
I whispered, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I thr...
William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver li...
William Butler Yeats
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and...
William Butler Yeats
There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath...
William Butler Yeats
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, And he, of his high comrade S...
William Butler Yeats
  • 1