William Butler Yeats

Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.

Of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric; of our conflicts with ourselves we make poetry.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you read more

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; read more

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
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A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, read more

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.