Irish poet (1865-1939)
A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Adam's Curse", In the Seven Woods
It was a profound understanding of all creatures and things, a profound sympathy with passionate and lost souls, made possible in their extreme intensity by his revolt against corporeal law, and corporeal reason, which made Blake the one perfectly fit illustrator for the Inferno and the Purgatorio.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Ideas of Good and Evil
The desire that is satisfied is not a great desire, nor has the shoulder used all its might that an unbreakable gate has never strained.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Anima Hominis", Per Amica Silentia Lunae
This melancholy London -- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
letter to Katharine Tynan, Aug. 25, 1888
The old women are most learned, but will not so readily be got to talk, for the fairies are very secretive, and much resent being talked of; and are there not many stories of old women who were nearly pinched into their graves or numbed with fairy blasts?
W. B. YEATS
introduction, Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry
For those that love the world serve it in action,
Grow rich, popular, and full of influence;
And should they paint or write still is it action,
The struggle of the fly in marmalade.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Ego Dominus Tuus", Per Amica Silentia Lunae
When Walt Whitman writes in seeming defiance of tradition, he needs tradition for his protection, for the butcher and the baker and the candlestick-maker grow merry over him when they meet his work by chance.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Ideas of Good and Evil
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
letter to the editor, Dublin Daily Express, Feb. 27, 1895
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"O Do Not Love Too Long", In the Seven Woods
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
The Celtic Twilight
I agree about Shaw -- he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
letter to George William Russell, Jul. 1, 1921
The official designs of the Government, especially its designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors of national taste.
W. B. YEATS
remarks on Coinage Bill 1926 Second Stage, March 3, 1926
Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Ideas of Good and Evil
It is not permitted to a man, who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business, and he cannot but mould or sing after a new fashion because no disaster is like another.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Anima Hominis", Per Amica Silentia Lunae
Everything that man esteems
Endures a moment or a day.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Two Songs from a Play", The Tower
When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Lines Written in Dejection", The Wild Swans at Coole
Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"For Anne Gregory", The Winding Stair and Other Poems
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"The Coming of Wisdom with Time", The Green Helmet and Other Poems
It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Adam's Curse", In the Seven Woods
I would be -- for no knowledge is worth a straw -- Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"The Dawn", The Wild Swans at Coole