My friends in Ireland sometimes ask me when I am going to write a really national poem or romance, and by a national poem or romance I understand them to mean a poem or romance...
Four Years
At the end of the eighties my father and mother, my brother and sisters and myself, all newly arrived from Dublin, were settled in Bedford Park in a red-brick house with several...
The Wild Swans At Coole
Yeats was staying with his friend Lady Gregory at her home at Coole Park where he assembled this collection poetry. Literary scholar Daniel Tobin writes that Yeats was melancholy...
The Celtic Twilight
I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision...
Reveries Over Childhood And Youth
Sometimes when I remember a relative that I have been fond of, or a strange incident of the past, I wander here and there till I have somebody to talk to. Presently I notice that...
The Cutting Of An Agate
When I wrote the essay on Edmund Spenser the company of Irish players who have now their stage at the Abbey Theatre in Dublin had been founded, but gave as yet few performances in...
Stories Of Red Hanrahan
Hanrahan, the hedge schoolmaster, a tall, strong, red-haired young man, came into the barn where some of the men of the village were sitting on Samhain Eve. It had been a...
The Trembling Of The Veil
I have found in an old diary a quotation from Stephane Mallarmé, saying that his epoch was troubled by the trembling of the veil of the Temple. As those words were still true,...
In The Seven Woods
In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age is a collection of poems by W. B. Yeats in which he eschewed his previous Romantic ideals and preference for...
