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WBYeats Reading His Own Verse
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.
The Stolen Child - WB Yeats
This was made withing the virtual world of Second Life Poem The Stolen Child by WB Yeats and read by Anya Yalin. WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing ...
William Butler Yeats - The Lake Isle of Innisfree
A reading of "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by the Nobel Prize Winning author himself. I owe the images of the gyre to a website whose link will be at the end of the description. So if you would like a further explanation of the gyre and what the images mean go ahead and visit them. www.yeatsvision.com
"Easter 1916" by WB Yeats (poetry)
A poem about the Irish uprising of Easter, 1916. He says "a terrible beauty is born". The "lout" he mentions as a hero is MacBride. If you don't like my reading, here are four readings on librivox that you may like better. www.archive.org
William Butler Yeats "The Second Coming" Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939) Reading his much loved poem "The Second Coming " "The Second Coming" is a poem by William Butler Yeats first printed in The Dial (November 1920) and afterwards included in his 1921 verse collection Michael Robartes and the Dancer. The poem uses Christian imagery regarding the end of the world as allegory to describe the atmosphere in post-war Europe.The poem was written in 1919 in the aftermath of the First World War.[1] However, the various manuscript revisions of the poem refer to the French and Irish Revolutions as well as those of Germany and Russia; as a result, it is unlikely that the poem was solely inspired by the Russian Revolution of 1917, which some claim Yeats viewed as a threat to the aristocratic class he favored.[ William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was born in Dublin. His father was a lawyer and a well-known portrait painter. Yeats was educated in London and in Dublin, but he spent his summers in the west of Ireland in the family's summer house at Connaught. The young Yeats was very much part of the fin de siècle in London; at the same time he was active in societies that attempted an Irish literary revival. His first volume of verse appeared in 1887, but in his earlier period his dramatic production outweighed his poetry both in bulk and in import. Together with Lady Gregory he founded the Irish Theatre, which was to become the Abbey Theatre, and served as its chief playwright until the movement was ...
WB Yeats: The Cloths of Heaven
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.
WB Yeats: The Cold Heaven
This fascinating poem by Yeats is a marvel of rhythmic complexity and theosophical contemplation. Hear, read and wonder! WB 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 punishment?
Cyril Cusack reading William Butler Yeats
Here, actor Cyril Cusack reads William Butler Yeats' poem, "The Second Coming." To learn more about "Six Centuries of Verse" or to purchase the DVD, please visit www.athenalearning.com
WB Yeats, Ireland and the Modern World - Professor Ronan McDonald
The ANU Centre for European Studies & the Embassy of Ireland hosted this public lecture by Professor Rónán McDonald as part of its program of activities for the Yeats Travelling Exhibition. "We Irish, born into that ancient sect But thrown upon this filthy modern tide" "The Statues" Yeats's lines from his late poem 'The Statues' indicates two abiding poles of his work -- a concern with Ireland and a tremendous sense of international modernity. Hinging between the national and the international, this lecture seeks to discuss some of the major themes in Yeats's poetry across his career. It looks at how he responds to the intellectual and political crises of his times -- the rise of Darwinism in his youth, his interest in spiritualism and the occult, the varieties of nationalism, the wars and political turmoils in Ireland and Europe in the early twentieth century. Combining a broad thematic lecture with some discussion of individual poems, this lecture addresses the significance of Yeats as both a giant of Irish letters and a major modernist poet. Rónán McDonald is Professor in the School of English, Media and the Performing Arts at the University of New South Wales. His research interests include: Irish society, culture and politics; modern Irish literature; modernism; Samuel Beckett; literary criticism and theory; ideas of cultural value; the future of the humanities.
WB Yeats - Byzantium
A reading by Dr. Ernest Hilbert from the Ireland epsiode of E-Verse Radio of the classic William Butler Yeats poem Byzantuim.
Reading two of WB Yeats's poems
Reading two of my favorite Yeats poems: "The White Birds" and "He gives His Beloved certain Rhymes" My blog: www.mirandaceleste.net
Agalloch - A Poem by Yeats
One-Picture Video of Agalloch's "A Poem by Yeats". Enjoy. Band Website: www.agalloch.org Encyclopaedia Metallum: www.metal-archives.com Myspace: www.myspace.com Record Label - The End Records www.theendrecords.com Record Label - Vendlus Records www.vendlus.com Record Label - Profound Lore Records www.profoundlorerecords.com The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships And proud as Priam murdered with his peers; Arose, on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry. Album: Of Stone, Wind and Pillor Year: 2001
Textual analysis of Yeats's 'Sailing to Byzantium'
A textual analysis of Yeats's 'Sailing to Byzantium'. The video is from the National Library of Ireland's online exhibition on Yeats. It can be accessed at www.nli.ie
The Lake Isle of Innisfree read by Yeats
The poem 'the Lake Isle of Innisfree' written and read by WB Yeats. Photographs from around Eire (and one of Scotland) by Sean Jeating (tetrapilotomie.blogspot.com). Chopped together by me using WMM. Music (credits): Dãn Nar Marbh (Song Of The Dead) by Hector Zazou form the album 'Lights in the Dark' The poem: 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 honeybee, 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 evenings full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
William Butler Yeats - Easter 1916
Yeats commemorates the birth of a terrible beauty in the history of a nation. A presentation of Samuel Godfrey George I HAVE met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a mocking tale or a gibe To please a companion Around the fire at the club, Being certain that they and I But lived where motley is worn: All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument Until her voice grew shrill. What voice more sweet than hers When, young and beautiful, She rode to harriers? This man had kept a school And rode our winged horse; This other his helper and friend Was coming into his force; He might have won fame in the end, So sensitive his nature seemed, So daring and sweet his thought. This other man I had dreamed A drunken, vainglorious lout. He had done most bitter wrong To some who are near my heart, Yet I number him in the song; He, too, has resigned his part In the casual comedy; He, too, has been changed in his turn, Transformed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. Hearts with one purpose alone Through summer and winter seem Enchanted to a stone To trouble the living stream. The horse that comes from the road. The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by ...
Yeats - Gold Cup 2009 - The Greatest Day
A tribute to Yeats winning his 4th Gold Cup at Royal Ascot. Trained by Aidan O'Brien and ridden by Johnny Murtagh. All footage and music from Youtube.
Shane MacGowan - An Irish Airman Forsees His Death (Yeats)
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
"The Wild Swans at Coole" by WB Yeats (poetry reading)
Yeats did his most memorable work after the age of fifty, but it is imbued with thoughts of aging and regret for lost love and youth. "Their hearts have not grown old" is the significant line. Counting the swans is an occurrence that happens at intervals in his life, points on the calendar. I don't know which artist painted the swans.
WB Yeats - An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
Recipient of the Order of 777 Studios Medal www.riseofflight.com Nominated for Jury Award at MachinExpo2010. Screened at Atopic - Festivel de Films Machinima - 2010 Runner up for Best Story Line/Narrative Machinima at VWBPE 2011 This poem I have wanted to turn into film ever since I saw a friend's forum signature "A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds" but my usual flight sim, IL2, did not have World War I scenarios. Now, with the visually stunning flight sim, Rise of Flight, this finally became a possibility.
Gavin Friday - William Butler Yeats - A Drinking Song - National Library Of Ireland
Gavin Friday reads "A Drinking Song" by William Butler Yeats at the National Library Of Ireland, 30/06/2010. Martin Hayes (Violin) and Dennis Cahill (Guitar) play the accompanying music. 'Summer's Wreath', a month long celebration of the works of the Irish poet William Butler Yeats, will conclude on Wednesday, June 30th at 8pm with a performance by Gavin Friday. In this unique event, Gavin will present his selection of Yeats's work and will be accompanied by the renowned fiddle player Martin Hayes and guitarist Dennis Cahill. gavinfriday.com http www.martinhayes.com http
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by WB Yeats
Poet Ciaran O Driscoll recites The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by WB Yeats. Filmed by John (Shedman) Davis during Cuisle Poetry Festival 2005 THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE 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.
Grainne Yeats
(Filmed in October 2000) NOTES: from Filming in Ireland, www.maireid.com Early on Wednesday morning we went to visit Grainne Yeats and her husband, Michael, at their home in Dalkey. Grainne has had an illustrious musical career, both as a singer and as one of Ireland's leading harpists and exponents of music for the instrument. Grainne is a truly brilliant and elegant woman. Her silver hair softly frames her face. Her blue cashmere sweater brought out the blue in her eyes. At age 75, she is stunning looking. When we were ready to film, she demonstrated the extraordinarily resonant sound of her wire-strung harp, while giving us a little history lesson on the role it's played in Irish culture. She would rather not sing for us, she said, because she hadn't sung for months. But she did recite an Irish poem, and afterward explained it. She talked to us about her experiences as a touring and recording artist and about her family her parent's extraordinary work during the lead up to and the establishment of the Irish Free State, and her children's remarkable careers. She described the ongoing reinstatement and then the renaissance of Irish culture and explained how, from the early 1950s, she worked in tandem with two very close friends on the restoration of music for the harp in Ireland. We also filmed her in the garden with her husband, Michael (the son of WB Yeats), before we reluctantly took our leave. I telephoned her the next day to thank her for her gracious hospitality ...
William Butler Yeats "A Faery Song" Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great William Butler Yeats reading "A Faery Song" from his collection of poems "The Rose" The Rose is a collection of twenty-two poems that WB Yeats published in 1893. It was only his second lyrical collection, but contains many of his famous mythological poems. At this point in his life, Yeats was steeped deeply into the world of ancient Ireland, characterized in popular imagination... William Butler Yeats ( /ˈjeɪts/; 13 June 1865 -- 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and playwright, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years Yeats served as an Irish Senator for two terms. He 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 for what the Nobel Committee described as "inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation." He was the first Irishman so honoured.[1] 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).[2] Yeats was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth and from an early age was ...
William Butler Yeats - When You Are Old - Colin Farrell
Colin Farrell - reading WB Yeats' When You Are Old - invites you to Imagine Ireland. When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The Cloths of Heaven - WB Yeats (by Harvey Keitel)
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William Butler Yeats poet "A Crazed Girl" - Hovatter; Amy Foote, soprano
sfnewmusic.com & http Poetry by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) 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.' -- Composer: Kyle Hovatter (2011) Amy Foote, soprano Stepan Rudenko, piano SFNewMusic and Nonsemble 6 Collaborative Concert: "For the End of Time" Zion Lutheran Church, San Francisco, CA May 14, 2011 Program Note: "A Crazed Girl" is a setting of the similarly titled poem by William Butler Yeats. The tragic poem is a literal telling of Yeats' relationship with the mentally unstable Margot Ruddock. Her infatuation with Yeats is analogous to that of the sea. Yet at once impassioned, both impartially move forward without her. www.nonsemble6.com http www.kylehovatter.com
WB Yeats - The Stolen Child
This is part of a 2 hour special song a friend put together to comemorate the 1981 Hungerstrike. The artists are called The waterboys and the poem was written by William Butler Yates back in 1886 and is considered to be one of Yeats' more notable early poems. The poem is based on Irish legend and concerns faeries beguiling a child to come away with them. Yeats had a great interest in pagan Irish legends about faeries resulting in his publication of Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry in 1888 and Fairy Folk Tales of Ireland in 1892. The places mentioned in the poem are in Sligo where Yeats spent much of his childhood.
"When You Are Old" by WB Yeats
Another reminder to Maud Gonne that she was loved. He uses "love" five times in the middle quatrain, that's no mean feat.
Peter Warlock - The Curlew, after WB Yeats (1920-22)
The Curlew (1920-22) A song cycle by British composer Peter Warlock, aka Philip Arnold Heseltine (1894-1930), based on four poems by William Butler Yeats. "The Curlew" is scored for the unusual combination of voice, flute, cor anglais and string quartet. Text: I. He reproves of the Curlew (from "The Wind among the Reeds"; 1899) O Curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the waters in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind Passion-dimm'd eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my breast: There is enough evil in the crying of wind. II. The lover mourns for the loss of love (from "The Wind among the Reeds") Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end: She looked in my heart one day And saw your image was there; She has gone weeping away. III. The withering of the boughs (from "In the Seven Woods"; 1904) I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds: 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words, For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind.' The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill, And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge or streams. [Refrain] No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams. I know of the leafy paths the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths ...
"The Second Coming" by WB Yeats (poetry reading)
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 "He ought to - he's Augustus John". This makes a better story if I don't give the punch-line away before telling it. The falcon comes from here commons.wikimedia.org
Mike Scott talks Mr Yeats on BBC Breakfast, 14.09.2011
Waterboys main man Mike Scott interviewed about "An Appointment With Mr Yeats" by some couchbound types on BBC1, wearing a suit fashioned from the darkest blue material that has ever been woven.
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*EXCLUSIVE* Ron Yeats Speaks To The Asian Kop
Following Liverpool's FA Cup triumph against Manchester United, The Asian Kop is proud to present an interview with the first Liverpool captain to lift the FA Cup. Ron Yeats was the skipper under Bill Shankly when the Reds beat Leeds United 2-1 at Wembley in 1965. Yeats made 454 appearances scoring 16 goals for the club. In this exclusive interview with The Asian Kop, "Rowdy" speaks on meeting Shanks for the first time after playing in the Army. The legend also reflects on the moment in 1964 where he stood in the centre circle at Anfield in the all Red kit. Yeats also speaks on bringing Sami Hyypia to the club saying the Finn was the best signing Liverpool will ever make. The interview ends of how the legend would deal with Luis Suarez. We would like to thank Ron Yeats for his time and the stories.
"The Stolen Child" by WB Yeats (poetry reading)
First published in 1886, when Yeats was 24. The drawing of Yeats was by Augustus John The picture is the waterfall at GlenCar The print is by Steven Brown I was looking for images of Yeats Country - Lough Gill in County Sligo. Be sure to visit this page and download the video which gives a good view of The Lake Isle of Innisfree and other local attractions. www.sligozone.net
"September 1913" by WB Yeats (poetry reading)
In the general strike in September 1913 ruthless employers locked out the workers. Yeats ironically contrasts the current mercenary Ireland that has "come to its senses" with an older romantic Ireland peopled by a different kind of men and which died with them: world-famous heroes and martyrs whose patriotism he compares with the madness of love. Later Yeats was impressed by the rise of fascism, as were many radical thinkers, but he died before WWII and never saw its terrible consequences.
"In Memory of WB Yeats" by WH Auden (poetry reading)
This poem is now in its original form without Auden's later modifications. It was one of the first poems I posted in August 2008, but then in the edited form. Although Auden admired Yeats as a poet, the poem is not really a eulogy. It contains criticisms of Yeats' life and political views. It is important to remember that Yeats died just before WWII and that is when this original version was written. Paul Claudel (1868-1955), was a French poet, his views were extremely right-wing - but not fascist. Yeats did at one time admire Mussolini and approved of dictatorship, being influenced by Ezra Pound, although later he turned away from fascism. Auden removed three stanzas and the reason was, no doubt, that he later decided they were too critical - presumably because of what happened after 1939. www.wwnorton.com In the photograph, Auden is at about the age when he wrote this poem.
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WB Yeats -He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven ' by WB Yeats . : studio production Robert Nichol Audioproductions london rnaudioproductions www.ipodity.com 'He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven' WB 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. MORE YEATS POETRY ON THIS SITE AND MORE TO COME He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven ' by WB Yeats . : studio production Robert Nichol Audioproductions london rnaudioproductions www.ipodity.com
Yeats Country Where William Lies - John Doan
John Doan - Eire: Isle of the Saints 1997 (A Celtic Odyssey)
Lisa Hannigan - Keep It All
Lisa Hannigan - Keep It All from her debut album "Sea Sew" It was shot at the Electric Picnic this summer www.lisahannigan.ie
"Her Vision in the Wood" by WB Yeats (poetry reading)
The speaker is a woman angry that her body's "dry timber" is no longer fit for "man's love". She inflicts pain on herself, scratching her body with her nails, to divert her mind from her sexual feelings, "A greater with a lesser pang assuage". When craving an intensity of feeling, some people find pain and sex to be different aspects of the same thing. The "wine-dark" midnight is interesting, it's the adjective used by Homer to describe the sea. Yeats knew that, of course. I haven't an explanation for why he chose to use it here. The woman is then surprised by the body of her dying former lover who has been attacked and mortally wounded by a wild boar. She now hates him: "malediction" means speaking ill of someone, with curses and spite. At the same time her old feelings of love flood back -"love's bitter-sweet". She feels the agonising dichotomies of love and hate, pain and sex. Two thousand years ago Catullus wrote: "Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior." trans. "I hate and love. You ask, perhaps how can that be? I don't know, I just know it's agony". Quattrocento means 15th century, a period of Italian art. There's indictions in Yeats' poems that Maud Gonne had been sexually aroused in adolescence by quattrocento art, and he often mentions it. "That first Adam of her thought". She had a long stay in Rome when she was 15 years old and already 6ft tall. Andrea Mantegna (1431 -- 1506) was an Italian painter of religious ...
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"Adam's Curse" by WB Yeats (poetry reading)
This is said to be addressed to Maud Gonne, a reasonable guess because there are no poems by Yeats declaring love for anyone else. The other woman is sometimes said to be Maud's sister Kathleen, but that's less likely because he refers to her as Maud's "close friend". It is a terrible imposition on a woman to be loved in such an intense way and such love-attachments invariably fail - or change into something more practical. Wouldn't any girl prefer a practical, rough-and-ready, you-scratch-my-back-and-I'll-scratch-yours, real-world relationship? Any woman so loved must wonder what she did to deserve such an honour, how much the man knows about her and how much his feelings depend on her merits. She must feel like a projection he has created, like Pygmalion created Galatea. Yeats couldn't make it plainer that what he loves is a product of his own idealised and literary views. It couldn't lead to a relationship because no living woman could play such a role - or want to play it. If he had her, would he know what to do with her? What has what he feels got to do with the friendship, the mutual regard and support, the division of labour and responsibility that are the essence of a real working partnership? Sure now, wouldn't she get terribly bored up on that pedestal? You can hear James Wright - a famous American poet and reader of poetry - read it here, recorded in New York City 1967: www.poets.org And Robert Pinsky here - very good www.slate.com The photograph is of Maud Gonne.
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