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“THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea”

Quote by William Butler Yeats

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Poems of William Butler Yeats

This volume includes a selection of poems written by William Butler Yeats, a prominent figure in Irish literature and a recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature. The poems within reflect Yeats' deep engagement with Irish history, mythology, and the human condition, offering readers a glimpse into his introspective and often mystical world. more

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William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet, dramatist, and essayist, considered one of the greatest poets of the 20th century. His poetry deeply reflected the nationalist sentiments of Ireland and also showcased rich imagination and profound philosophical thinking. Yeats' poetic style was versatile, evolving from early romanticism to late symbolism, and his works have had a profound impact on literature both in Ireland and around the world. more

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