W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
The Fascination Of What's Difficult http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1619/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Context: The fascination of what's difficult<br>Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent<br>Spontaneous joy and natural content<br>Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt<br>That must, as if it had not holy blood<br>Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,<br>Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt<br>As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays<br>That have to be set up in fifty ways,<br>On the day's war with every knave and dolt,<br>Theatre business, management of men.<br>I swear before the dawn comes round again<br>I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.