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He was awarded the 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature and later served two terms as a senator of the Irish Free State.
He studied poetry from an early age, when he became fascinated by Irish legends and the occult. His early poetry was influenced by John Keats, William Wordsworth, William Blake, and many others. More
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William Butler Yeats (June 13, 1865–Jan. 28, 1939) is among the greats. Today is the commemoration of the Irish poet's birth.
Irish poet W. B. Yeats was a dramatist, writer, and literary critic who was one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature.
He was a driving force behind the Irish literary revival, and along with John Millington Synge and Lady Gregory founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years.
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| Wm. Butler Yeats in 1923 |
A Protestant of Anglo-Irish descent, Yeats was born in Sandymount, Ireland. His father practiced law and was a successful portrait painter (painting him at right). He was educated in Dublin and London and spent his childhood holidays in County Sligo.
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He is remembered for many poems, perhaps most famous of which is this particularly poignant and prescient piece:
The Second Coming
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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- The Second Coming (poem)
- Yeats in Bedford Park, Chiswick's Local Web site
- W. B. Yeats; Dhr. Seven, Ashley Wells, Sheldon S. (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly Wiki edit
