Ladies and Gentlemen the undisputed, uncontested GOAT, William Butler Yeats.
Discuss.
I would like to dispute this
>>7974007
i don't think you can anon
I'm more of a Crowley man myself.
He's alright and certainly has a broad appeal. his poems function on multiple aesthetic levels so he is good for neophytes and more culture poetry enthusiasts alike.
WHERE THE FUCK IS YEATSPOSTER
>>7973999
>undisputed, uncontested GOAT
I must admit he's one of my favorites, but I wouldn't say he's GOAT. Dante? Milton? Hölderlin? Goethe? Mayakovsky? See, he's not that undisputed after all.
>>7973999
'The Four Ages of Man'
Man with body waged a fight,
Body won, it walks upright
Then he struggled with the heart,
Innocence and peace depart,
Then he struggled with the mind,
Leaving his proud heart behind
Now his wars on God begin,
At the stroke of midnight, God shall win
>>7973999
"no"
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
>>7974849
another favourite passage of mine
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
>>7973999
steve martin?
>>7974831
what did he mean by this?
