Poems About William Butler Yeats Seeking Friendly Advice

From old to new did mankind pass,
shedding all the woes gone past;  
longing for what they once knew,  
breaking down what lay askew.  

In setting fire to yesterday's ills  
and hoping fate will fortune spill;  
we give our lives new meaning, yet  
spare ourselves from all regret.  
 
But what did we, in sanity renew --  
our fate not lost: how we so grew;  
leading ever towards a place  
would not today recall its face.  
 
And in that face a ghostly air  
to trick the watch; in time repair   ...

...Surely there are men who have made their art
out of no tragic war ...

 Those men that in their writings are most wise
 own nothing but their blind, stupified hearts'.

                 -William Butler Yeats

 
A man had walked within a creed
Holding hands as mercy bled;
Every known within a seed
Unshelled as such to earthen bed.

Sweet within his concept lie
Her temperaments for his reply;
A man removed from sustenance
Is never brought from countenance.

Timorous, that chaff of...

How each step for her was light
Whence she stood bathed in night;
Sorrow worn hast cast away
All its trappings gone by day.
An odyssey did she endure
Given to song sung long and pure;
Her agonies bled to greenest floor
Escaping among her paramours.
Around her feet unbinds a wish
Along a sweet unwinding tryst;
She in angel's arms enwrapped,
Eyes meet Heaven's golden cast.
Now, in the 'morrow too will rise,
She, no more a man's prize;
But carried in a wayward gauze,
His silken dreams on which to pause.

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