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an irish airman foresees his death

I know that I shall meet my fate,

Somewhere among the clouds above;

Those that I fight I do not hate,

Those that I guard I do not love; 80 more words


“. . . Till Truth obeyed his call. . .” (W.B. Yeats)

In his poem “An acre of green grass,” William Butler Yeats wrote,

. . . Or that William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call.

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Sailing to Byzantium, by W. B. Yeats

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, 221 more words


The Indian to His Love

I’ve been quite busy these past couple weeks, finding myself with very little time for reading or writing. Since I’m still reading Yeats and his works I will share another poem from his early years. 177 more words


Fisherman's Blues

Ah, the Seventeenth of March! For us here, at the Literary, this is National Yeats Day, in the spirit of which, we present a poem from… 242 more words