W.B. Yeats Citations
W.B. Yeats: Citations en anglais
“Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant.”
W.B. Yeats livre The Winding Stair and Other Poems
After Long Silence http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1432/ <br class="br">The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933) <br class="br">Contexte: Speech after long silence; it is right,<br>All other lovers being estranged or dead,<br>Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,<br>The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,<br>That we descant and yet again descant<br>Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:<br>Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young<br>We loved each other and were ignorant.
“That is no country for old men.”
W.B. Yeats livre The Tower
St. 1<br>Cf. Nelson Algren's later, "That was no town for the aged or the aging." <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Sailing to Byzantium http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1575/ <br class="br">Contexte: That is no country for old men. The young<br>In one another’s arms, birds in the trees<br>—Those dying generations—at their song,<br>The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,<br>Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long<br>Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.<br>Caught in that sensual music all neglect<br>Monuments of unaging intellect.
“Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!”
Last Poems (1936-1939)
Contexte: No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
“O heart, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What's not for their applause”
Against Unworthy Praise http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1433/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Contexte: p>O heart, be at peace, because<br>Nor knave nor dolt can break<br>What's not for their applause<br>Being for a woman's sake.<br>Enough if the work has seemed,<br>So did she your strength renew,<br>A dream that a lion had dreamed<br>Till the wilderness cried aloud,<br>A secret between you two,<br>Between the proud and the proud.What, still you would have their praise!<br>But here's a haughtier text,<br>The labyrinth of her days<br>That her own strangeness perplexed;<br>And how what her dreaming gave<br>Earned slander, ingratitude,<br>From self-same dolt and knave;<br>Aye, and worse wrong than these.<br>Yet she, singing upon her road,<br>Half lion, half child, is at peace.</p
“But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.”
Reconciliation http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1568/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Contexte: Some may have blamed you that you took away<br>The verses that could move them on the day<br>When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind<br>With lightning, you went from me, and I could find<br>Nothing to make a song about but kings,<br>Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things<br>That were like memories of you--but now<br>We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;<br>And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,<br>Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.<br>But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,<br>My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
W.B. Yeats livre Michael Robartes and the Dancer
St. 9 <br class="br">Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), A Prayer For My Daughter http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1421/ <br class="br">Contexte: All hatred driven hence,<br>The soul recovers radical innocence<br>And learns at last that it is self-delighting,<br>Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,<br>And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;<br>She can, though every face should scowl<br>And every windy quarter howl<br>Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
“Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.”
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1723/ <br class="br">Responsibilities (1914) <br class="br">Contexte: Now all the truth is out,<br>Be secret and take defeat<br>From any brazen throat,<br>For how can you compete,<br>Being honour bred, with one<br>Who, were it proved he lies,<br>Were neither shamed in his own<br>Nor in his neighbours’ eyes?<br>Bred to a harder thing<br>Than Triumph, turn away<br>And like a laughing string<br>Whereon mad fingers play<br>Amid a place of stone,<br>Be secret and exult,<br>Because of all things known<br>That is most difficult.
“He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.”
St. 3
The Rose (1893), The Rose of the World
Contexte: Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:
Before you were, or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.
The Coming Of Wisdom With Time http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1607/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910)
When You Are Old http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1756/, st. 1–3 <br class="br">The Rose (1893) <br class="br">Contexte: p>When you are old and gray and full of sleep,<br>And nodding by the fire, take down this book,<br>And slowly read, and dream of the soft look<br>Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,<br>And loved your beauty with love false or true,<br>But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,<br>And loved the sorrows of your changing face.And bending down beside the glowing bars,<br>Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled<br>And paced upon the mountains overhead<br>And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.</p
W.B. Yeats livre Michael Robartes and the Dancer
Michael Robartes and the Dancer http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1535/ <br class="br">Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921) <br class="br">Contexte: Opinion is not worth a rush;<br>In this altar-piece the knight,<br>Who grips his long spear so to push<br>That dragon through the fading light,<br>Loved the lady; and it’s plain<br>The half-dead dragon was her thought,<br>That every morning rose again<br>And dug its claws and shrieked and fought.<br>Could the impossible come to pass<br>She would have time to turn her eyes,<br>Her lover thought, upon the glass<br>And on the instant would grow wise.
“Of what is past, or passing, or to come.”
W.B. Yeats livre The Tower
St. 4 <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Sailing to Byzantium http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1575/ <br class="br">Contexte: Once out of nature I shall never take<br>My bodily form from any natural thing,<br>But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make<br>Of hammered gold and gold enamelling<br>To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;<br>Or set upon a golden bough to sing<br>To lords and ladies of Byzantium<br>Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
“O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.”
O Do Not Love Too Long http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1549/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Contexte: Sweetheart, do not love too long:<br>I loved long and long,<br>And grew to be out of fashion<br>Like an old song.<br>All through the years of our youth<br>Neither could have known<br>Their own thought from the other's<br>We were so much at one.<br>But O, in a minute she changed--<br>O do not love too long,<br>Or you will grow out of fashion<br>Like an old song.
W.B. Yeats livre The Winding Stair and Other Poems
A Last Confession http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1404/, St. 3 & 4 <br class="br">The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933) <br class="br">Contexte: p>I gave what other women gave<br>That stepped out of their clothes.<br>But when this soul, its body off,<br>Naked to naked goes,<br>He it has found shall find therein<br>What none other knows,And give his own and take his own<br>And rule in his own right;<br>And though it loved in misery<br>Close and cling so tight,<br>There’s not a bird of day that dare<br>Extinguish that delight.</p
An Irish Airman Forsees His Death http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1441/ <br class="br">The Wild Swans at Coole (1919) <br class="br">Contexte: I know that I shall meet my fate<br>Somewhere among the clouds above;<br>Those that I fight I do not hate,<br>Those that I guard I do not love;<br>My county is Kiltartan Cross,<br>My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,<br>No likely end could bring them loss<br>Or leave them happier than before.<br>Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,<br>Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,<br>A lonely impulse of delight<br>Drove to this tumult in the clouds;<br>I balanced all, brought all to mind,<br>The years to come seemed waste of breath,<br>A waste of breath the years behind<br>In balance with this life, this death.
“Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:”
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1736/ <br class="br">The Rose (1893) <br class="br">Contexte: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!<br>Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:<br>Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;<br>The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,<br>Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
“It’s certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam’s fall but needs much labouring.”
St. 3 <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904), Adam's Curse http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1431/ <br class="br">Contexte: It’s certain there is no fine thing<br>Since Adam’s fall but needs much labouring.<br>There have been lovers who thought love should be<br>So much compounded of high courtesy<br>That they would sigh and quote with learned looks<br>Precedents out of beautiful old books;<br>Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.
“Man is in love and loves what vanishes,
What more is there to say?”
W.B. Yeats livre The Tower
I, st. 5-6 <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1547/ <br class="br">Contexte: But is there any comfort to be found?<br>Man is in love and loves what vanishes,<br>What more is there to say?
“Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.”
Last Poems (1936-1939)
Contexte: Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages,
And all the drop-scenes drop at once
Upon a hundred thousand stages,
It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.
Lapis Lazuli, st. 2
“But O, in a minute she changed--”
O Do Not Love Too Long http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1549/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Contexte: Sweetheart, do not love too long:<br>I loved long and long,<br>And grew to be out of fashion<br>Like an old song.<br>All through the years of our youth<br>Neither could have known<br>Their own thought from the other's<br>We were so much at one.<br>But O, in a minute she changed--<br>O do not love too long,<br>Or you will grow out of fashion<br>Like an old song.
“O she had not these ways
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.”
The Folly Of Being Comforted http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1623/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Contexte: One that is ever kind said yesterday:<br>'Your well-belovéd's hair has threads of grey,<br>And little shadows come about her eyes;<br>Time can but make it easier to be wise<br>Though now it seems impossible, and so<br>All that you need is patience.'<br>Heart cries, 'No,<br>I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.<br>Time can but make her beauty over again:<br>Because of that great nobleness of hers<br>The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,<br>Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways<br>When all the wild summer was in her gaze.'<br>O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,<br>You'd know the folly of being comforted.
“This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season”
The Arrow http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1590/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Contexte: I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,<br>Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.<br>There's no man may look upon her, no man,<br>As when newly grown to be a woman,<br>Tall and noble but with face and bosom<br>Delicate in colour as apple blossom.<br>This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason<br>I could weep that the old is out of season.
“Hammer your thoughts into unity.”
"If I Were Four-and-Twenty," printed in Irish Statesman (23 August 1919)
Contexte: One day when I was twenty-three or twenty-four this sentence seemed to form in my head, without my willing it, much as sentences form when we are half-asleep: "Hammer your thoughts into unity." For days I could think of nothing else, and for years I tested all I did by that sentence.
“Yet she, singing upon her road,
Half lion, half child, is at peace.”
Against Unworthy Praise http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1433/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Contexte: p>O heart, be at peace, because<br>Nor knave nor dolt can break<br>What's not for their applause<br>Being for a woman's sake.<br>Enough if the work has seemed,<br>So did she your strength renew,<br>A dream that a lion had dreamed<br>Till the wilderness cried aloud,<br>A secret between you two,<br>Between the proud and the proud.What, still you would have their praise!<br>But here's a haughtier text,<br>The labyrinth of her days<br>That her own strangeness perplexed;<br>And how what her dreaming gave<br>Earned slander, ingratitude,<br>From self-same dolt and knave;<br>Aye, and worse wrong than these.<br>Yet she, singing upon her road,<br>Half lion, half child, is at peace.</p
W.B. Yeats livre The Winding Stair and Other Poems
Byzantium http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1455/, st. 1 <br class="br">The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933) <br class="br">Contexte: The unpurged images of day recede;<br>The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;<br>Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ song<br>After great cathedral gong;<br>A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains<br>All that man is,<br>All mere complexities,<br>The fury and the mire of human veins.
“Everything that man esteems
Endures a moment or a day.”
W.B. Yeats livre The Tower
II, st. 2 <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Two Songs From a Play http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1741/ <br class="br">Contexte: Everything that man esteems<br>Endures a moment or a day.<br>Love’s pleasure drives his love away,<br>The painter’s brush consumes his dreams.
“Many ingenious lovely things are gone
That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,”
W.B. Yeats livre The Tower
I, st. 1 <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1547/ <br class="br">Contexte: Many ingenious lovely things are gone<br>That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,<br>protected from the circle of the moon<br>That pitches common things about.
“I would be — for no knowledge is worth a straw —
Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.”
The Dawn http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1612/ <br class="br">The Wild Swans at Coole (1919) <br class="br">Contexte: I would be ignorant as the dawn<br>That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach<br>Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses;<br>I would be — for no knowledge is worth a straw —<br>Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
“I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat”
A Coat http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1393/ <br class="br">Responsibilities (1914) <br class="br">Contexte: I made my song a coat<br>Covered with embroideries<br>Out of old mythologies<br>From heel to throat;<br>But the fools caught it,<br>Wore it in the world’s eyes<br>As though they’d wrought it.<br>Song, let them take it,<br>For there’s more enterprise<br>In walking naked.
W.B. Yeats livre The Tower
St. 4 <br class="br">The Tower (1928), Sailing to Byzantium http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1575/ <br class="br">Contexte: Once out of nature I shall never take<br>My bodily form from any natural thing,<br>But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make<br>Of hammered gold and gold enamelling<br>To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;<br>Or set upon a golden bough to sing<br>To lords and ladies of Byzantium<br>Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
