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Responsibilities, and other poems - W. Yeats
W. B. Yeats
Responsibilities, and other poems
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Table of Contents
THE GREY ROCK
THE TWO KINGS
TO A WEALTHY MAN WHO PROMISED A SECOND SUBSCRIPTION TO THE DUBLIN MUNICIPAL GALLERY IF IT WERE PROVED THE PEOPLE WANTED PICTURES
SEPTEMBER 1913
TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING
PAUDEEN
TO A SHADE
WHEN HELEN LIVED
THE ATTACK ON 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD,' 1907
THE THREE BEGGARS
THE THREE HERMITS
BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED
THE WELL AND THE TREE
RUNNING TO PARADISE
THE HOUR BEFORE DAWN
THE PLAYER QUEEN
(Song from an Unfinished Play)
THE REALISTS
I
THE WITCH
II
THE PEACOCK
THE MOUNTAIN TOMB
TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND
I
II
A MEMORY OF YOUTH
FALLEN MAJESTY
FRIENDS
THE COLD HEAVEN
THAT THE NIGHT COME
AN APPOINTMENT
I
THE MAGI
II
THE DOLLS
A COAT
[CLOSING RHYMES]
HIS DREAM
A WOMAN HOMER SUNG
THE CONSOLATION
NO SECOND TROY
RECONCILIATION
KING AND NO KING
PEACE
AGAINST UNWORTHY PRAISE
THE FASCINATION OF WHAT'S DIFFICULT
A DRINKING SONG
THE COMING OF WISDOM WITH TIME
ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY HAVE JOINED THE ANCIENT ORDER OF HIBERNIANS AND THE AGITATION AGAINST IMMORAL LITERATURE
TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS OF HIS AND MINE
THE MASK
UPON A HOUSE SHAKEN BY THE LAND AGITATION
AT THE ABBEY THEATRE
(Imitated from Ronsard)
THESE ARE THE CLOUDS
AT GALWAY RACES
A FRIEND'S ILLNESS
ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME
THE YOUNG MAN'S SONG
THE HOUR-GLASS
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end,
Old Dublin merchant 'free of ten and four'
Or trading out of Galway into Spain;
And country scholar, Robert Emmet's friend,
A hundred-year-old memory to the poor;
Traders or soldiers who have left me blood
That has not passed through any huxter's loin,
Pardon, and you that did not weigh the cost,
Old Butlers when you took to horse and stood
Beside the brackish waters of the Boyne
Till your bad master blenched and all was lost;
You merchant skipper that leaped overboard
After a ragged hat in Biscay Bay,
You most of all, silent and fierce old man
Because you were the spectacle that stirred
My fancy, and set my boyish lips to say
'Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun';
Pardon that for a barren passion's sake,
Although I have come close on forty-nine
I have no child, I have nothing but a book,
Nothing but that to prove your blood and mine.
January 1914.
THE GREY ROCK
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Poets with whom I learned my trade,
Companions of the Cheshire Cheese,
Here's an old story I've re-made,
Imagining 'twould better please
Your ears than stories now in fashion,
Though you may think I waste my breath
Pretending that there can be passion
That has more life in it than death,
And though at bottling of your wine
The bow-legged Goban had no say;
The moral's yours because it's mine.
When cups went round at close of day—
Is not that how good stories run?—
Somewhere within some hollow hill,
If books speak truth in Slievenamon,
But let that be, the gods were still
And sleepy, having had their meal,
And smoky torches made a glare
On painted pillars, on a deal
Of fiddles and of flutes hung there
By the ancient holy hands that brought them
From murmuring Murias, on cups—
Old Goban hammered them and wrought them,
And put his pattern round their tops
To hold the wine they buy of him.
But from the juice that made them wise
All those had lifted up the dim
Imaginations of their eyes,
For one that was like woman made
Before their sleepy eyelids ran
And trembling with her passion said,
'Come out and dig for a dead man,
Who's burrowing somewhere in the ground,
And mock him to his face and then
Hollo him on with horse and hound,
For he is the worst of all dead men.'
We should be dazed and terror struck,
If we but saw in dreams that room,
Those wine-drenched eyes, and curse our luck
That emptied all our days to come.
I knew a woman none could please,
Because she dreamed when but a child
Of men and women made like these;
And after, when her blood ran wild,
Had ravelled her own story out,
And said, 'In two or in three years
I need must marry some poor lout,'
And having said it burst in tears.
Since, tavern comrades, you have died,
Maybe your images have stood,
Mere bone and muscle thrown aside,
Before that roomful or as good.
You had to face your ends when young—
'Twas wine or women, or some curse—
But never made a poorer song
That you might have a heavier purse,
Nor gave loud service to a cause
That you might have a troop of friends.
You kept the Muses' sterner laws,
And unrepenting faced your ends,
And therefore earned the right—and yet
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