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William Butler Yeats by John Taylor

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William Butler Yeats

 

William Butler Yeats was born in Dublin, Ireland in the year 1865. Yeats began writing poetry during his years at Erasmus Smith High School around 1881, and had his first poems publish in 1865 in the Dublin University Review. Yeats' style has been commonly associated with the Romantic movement and the Gaelic Revival. Early in his career as a poet, his chief influences were William Blake and Percy Bysshe Shelley. His style was heavy on the incorporation of mysticism and old folklore. As well as being known as a poet, Yeats was also well known as a playwright and essayist, and helped to found Dublin's Abbey Theatre, as well as the Irish National Theatre Society.

 

Yeats' poems seem to draw mainly on his love for the land of Ireland, as well as his romantic yearning for days gone by. He writes frequently of faded beauty and the effects of age. Yeats was also a fervent Irish nationalist, which is reflected in much of his work as well.

 

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

 

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a have for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

 

And I shall have some peace there, as peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

And midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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