Humble Tribute to W. B. Yeats ♥♥

❝ Consume my heart away; sick with desire 
And fastened to a dying animal 
It knows not what it is; and gather me 
Into the artifice of eternity. 

❝ Man is in love and loves what vanishes, 
What more is there to say? 

- William B. Yeats - 

June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939 

 



















Yeats & his cat 

The Yeats Society 

The Life and Works of William Butler Yeats - Online Exhibition 
© The National Library of Ireland 

William Butler Yeats - Poetry Foundation 

 
W.B. Yeats reads 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree'

Events 4 Yeats Day, Ireland

Yeats Day 

June 9 - 13, 2016 

i'll be back to Yeats on his Birthday !!!!!

I’m looking for the face I had 
Before the world was made. 

- William B. Yeats -

The lover tells of the rose in his heart

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps
of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

- William B. Yeats -

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- William B. Yeats -