Regarding the Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats
February 11, 2010 3:30 PM Subscribe
Other Yeats Links from The W.B. Yeats Society of New York. Which leads to collections of poems by and scholarly analysis of the poems of William Butler Yeats. And what have you--links to Yeats in translation in Italian, Spanish and Esperanto as well as a movie of He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven, among other things. I was thinking of the thread here, where the Geocities site of the Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats is long gone. And these above were among what I found when I went looking for a replacement. But Poemhunter does have 427 poems of Yeats arranged in alphabetical order, so there is that.
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I can't hear about Yeats without thinking of this. Craaa!
posted by wanderingmind at 4:24 PM on February 11, 2010 [3 favorites]
posted by wanderingmind at 4:24 PM on February 11, 2010 [3 favorites]
That earlier Yeats thread (which turned into a discussion of translation, King Billy, Micheal O'Siadhail, and goodness knows what all) is still probably my favorite thread ever. (And I wrote much better comments then than I do now. Sigh.)
Ez on Yeats (from Canto 83):
Ez on Yeats (from Canto 83):
so that I recalled the noise in the chimneyposted by languagehat at 6:32 AM on February 12, 2010
as it were the wind in the chimney
but was in reality Uncle William
downstairs composing
that had made a great Peeeeacock
in the proide ov his oiye
had made a great peeeeeeeacock in the...
made a great peacock
in the proide of his oyyee
proide ov his oy-ee
as indeed he had, and perdurable
a great peacock aere perennius
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but you lose because Wilde is on mine
posted by betweenthebars at 3:36 PM on February 11, 2010