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William Butler Yeats (/ˈjeɪts/; 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years he served as an Irish Senator for two terms. Yeats was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and, along with Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn, and others, founded the Abbey Theatre, where he served as its chief during its early years. In 1923, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature as the first Irishman so honoured for what the Nobel Committee described as "inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation." Yeats is generally considered one of the few writers who completed their greatest works after being awarded the Nobel Prize; such works include The Tower (1928) and The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1929).
William Butler Yeats was born in Sandymount, Ireland and educated there and in London; he spent his childhood holidays in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult. Those topics feature in the first phase of his work, which lasted roughly until the turn of the 20th century. His earliest volume of verse was published in 1889, and its slow-paced and lyrical poems display Yeats's debts to Edmund Spenser, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and the poets of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. From 1900, Yeats's poetry grew more physical and realistic. He largely renounced the transcendental beliefs of his youth, though he remained preoccupied with physical and spiritual masks, as well as with cyclical theories of life.
Yeats made these recordings for the wireless in 1932, 1934 and the last on 28 October 1937 when he was 72. He died on January 28 1939. The photograph shows him sitting before the microphone in 1937.
Irish poet W.B Yeats is considered one of the foremost poets of the 20th century. In this lecture, Dr Stephen Cheeke explores the magical and frightening dimension of Yeats’ life and thoughts that inspired his poetry, challenging the audience to test the limits of their imagination.
Modern Poetry (ENGL 310) with Langdon Hammer The early poetry of William Butler Yeats is read and interpreted with particular attention paid to Yeats's ambitions as a specifically Irish poet. Yeats's commitment to a poetry of symbol is explored in "The Song of the Wandering Aengus," a fable of poetic vocation. "A Coat," composed at the end of Yeats's struggle to bring about an Irish national theater, shows the poet reconceiving his style and in search of a new audience. "The Fisherman" is read as a revision of "The Song of the Wandering Aengus" which reflects this new set of concerns. 00:00 - Chapter 1. Introduction: William Butler Yeats 06:28 - Chapter 2. W. B. Yeats and King Goll 14:41 - Chapter 3. W. B. Yeats Poem: "The Song of the Wandering Aengus" 27:01 - Chapter 4. W. B. Yeats Poe...
Liam Neeson reads WB Yeats' Easter 1916 | RTÉ See more at: http://www.rte.ie/player
There are many versions of this poem. This one has a great voice reading it and the lines on screen, so that speakers of other languages can enjoy it too. Hope that you like it.
Passion was a central theme in the work of the beloved and Nobel Prize winning Irish poet William Butler Yeats. This film explores how passion is woven through both his life and poetry with UCSB professor Enda Duffy and author T.C. Boyle.
The Song of Wandering Aengus By William Butler Yeats I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and ...
A short video homage to "Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven," one of the most profoundly beautiful poems in the English language, and one of my favorites from Yeats: 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. The reading is by Anthony Hopkins, in a scene from the 1987 film "84 Charing Cross Road." The music is by harpist Claire Roche, from her album "Dancing in the Wind," and is excerpted from "The Salley Gardens" (an acoustic interpretation of another Yeats poem). The photography is mine.
SUPPORT THE NERDWRITER ON PATREON: http://www.patreon.com/nerdwriter If you can, watch this FULL SCREEN! I'M IN COMMENTS!!! TUMBLR: http://thenerdwriter.tumblr.com/ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/TheeNerdwriter Sources for research: Janet Leigh, "Reading from the Drop: Poetics of Identification in Yeats's Leda and the Swan" http://www.jstor.org/stable/3831884?&seq;=1#page_scan_tab_contents Williams Johnsen, "Textual/Sexual Politics in Yeats's Leda and the Swan" https://www.msu.edu/user/johnsen/resume/yeats.pdf Camile Paglia, "BREAK, BLOW, BURN: CAMILLE PAGLIA READS FORTY-THREE OF THE WORLD'S BEST POEMS" http://www.randomhouse.com/knopf/enewsletter/poetry05/06_paglia.html
A poem of William Butler Yeats, read by actor Cillian Murphy Song used: "When you are old", by Moby I do not own any of the content of this video. Credit to the creators/owners.
Gay didn't refer to homosexuality in 1938. The poem relates to decadence and the threat of war, and the detachment of aged wisdom from current events,
"That is no country for old men..."
I did this one when I first joined YouTube from an old mp3 file. It sounds terrible now so I hope this version is better. Yeats' portrait is by Augustus John. That prompts me to tell you a story about Augustus John - provided for amusement only - you must decide for yourself whether you think it's true. I has a third-share of a flat in Brighton, the other shares belonging to an Ethiopian Prince and Jack who had a National Diploma in painting. One evening we went to a party in the Old Steine and I got talking to an gentleman in a striped shirt. Jack wandered off for half an hour of so and when he came back I asked him whether he met anybody interesting. He said. "I was talking to some old buffer about painting. He seems to know a thing or two" The man in the striped shirt said "H...
Read more@ http://artandcodeblog.blogspot.com Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she lay her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. Music from Down By The Salley Gardens ─ Various Artists
The Lake Isle of Innisfree W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939 I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
This fascinating poem by Yeats is a marvel of rhythmic complexity and theosophical contemplation. Hear, read and wonder! W.B. Yeats: THE COLD HEAVEN Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice, And thereupon imagination and heart were driven So wild that every casual thought of that and this Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago; And I took all thc blame out of all sense and reason, Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro, Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken, Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken By the injustice of the skies for punishm...
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I need some kind of honest man
So come and talk to me
If that's your plan
You could be mine
Ooooh, tell me what, tell me what you want
Tell me what, tell me what you want
You could be mine
Tell me what, tell me what you want