William Butler Yeats frasi celebri
But I being poor, have only my dreams, I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Origine: Da He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven; citato in Equilibrium.
libro Fiabe Irlandesi
“Correggendo le mie opere, correggo me stesso.”
Origine: Citato in Marguerite Yourcenar, Taccuini di appunti, in Memorie di Adriano, traduzione di Lidia Storoni Mazzolani, Giulio Einaudi editore, Torino, 1988, p. 299. ISBN 88-06-60011-7
William Butler Yeats Frasi e Citazioni
Incipit di alcune opere, Fiabe irlandesi, The Fairies (I folletti)
“Se guardi nel buio a lungo, c'è sempre qualcosa.”
Origine: Citato in Luca Goldoni, Vita da bestie, ed. BUR, 2001.
Origine: Da Autobiografia; citato in Thomas R. Nevin, Simone Weil: Ritratto di un'ebrea che si volle esiliare, traduzione di Giulia Boringhieri, Bollati Boringhieri, Torino, 1997, p. 420. ISBN 88-339-1056-3
vv. 27 – 33
Incipit di alcune opere, Under Ben Bulben (Sotto il Ben Bulben)
“Molte volte l'uomo vive e muore fra le sue due eternità.”
Incipit di alcune opere, Under Ben Bulben (Sotto il Ben Bulben)
Incipit di alcune opere, Under Ben Bulben (Sotto il Ben Bulben)
William Butler Yeats: Frasi in inglese
“Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.”
The Municipal Gallery Revisited http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1659/, st. 7 <br class="br">Last Poems (1936-1939) <br class="br">Variante: Think where man's glory most begins and ends. And say my glory was I had such friends. <br class="br">Contesto: You that would judge me, do not judge alone<br>This book or that, come to this hallowed place<br>Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;<br>Ireland's history in their lineaments trace;<br>Think where man's glory most begins and ends<br>And say my glory was I had such friends.
Origine: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
W.B. Yeats libro The Tower
Among School Children http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1437/, st. 8 <br class="br">The Tower (1928) <br class="br">Contesto: Labour is blossoming or dancing where<br>The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.<br>Nor beauty born out of its own despair,<br>Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.<br>O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,<br>Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?<br>O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,<br>How can we know the dancer from the dance?
“For everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.”
Never Give All The Heart http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1545/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Origine: Poems <br class="br">Contesto: Never give all the heart, for love<br>Will hardly seem worth thinking of<br>To passionate women if it seem<br>Certain, and they never dream<br>That it fades out from kiss to kiss;<br>For everything that's lovely is<br>but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.<br>O never give the heart outright,<br>For they, for all smooth lips can say,<br>Have given their hearts up to the play.<br>And who could play it well enough<br>If deaf and dumb and blind with love?<br>He that made this knows all the cost,<br>For he gave all his heart and lost.
W.B. Yeats The Second Coming
The Second Coming (1919)
Contesto: p>Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?</p
“An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.”
W.B. Yeats libro Michael Robartes and the Dancer
St. 8 <br class="br">Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), A Prayer For My Daughter http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1421/ <br class="br">Origine: The Yeats Reader, Revised Edition: A Portable Compendium of Poetry, Drama, and Prose <br class="br">Contesto: An intellectual hatred is the worst,<br>So let her think opinions are accursed.<br>Have I not seen the loveliest woman born<br>Out of the mouth of plenty’s horn,<br>Because of her opinionated mind<br>Barter that horn and every good<br>By quiet natures understood<br>For an old bellows full of angry wind?
“God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.”
Origine: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“Things fall apart;
the center cannot hold…”
Origine: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
The Circus Animals' Desertion, III
Last Poems (1936-1939)
The Stolen Child http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1695/, st. 1 <br class="br">Crossways (1889) <br class="br">Variante: Come away, O human child! <br> To the waters and the wild <br> With a faery, hand in hand, <br> For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. <br class="br">Origine: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats <br class="br">Contesto: p>Where dips the rocky highland<br>Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,<br>There lies a leafy island<br>Where flapping herons wake<br>The drowsy water rats;<br>There we've hid our faery vats,<br>Full of berries<br>And of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!<br>To the waters and the wild<br>With a faery, hand in hand,<br>For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. </p
“Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
Oh, when may it suffice?”
W.B. Yeats libro Michael Robartes and the Dancer
St. 4 <br class="br">Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), Easter, 1916 http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1477/ <br class="br">Variante: Too long a sacrifice<br>Can make a stone of the heart. <br class="br">Origine: Easter 1916 and Other Poems
Letter to the Editor, Dublin Daily Express (27 February 1895)
“I heard the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.”
The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1663/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Contesto: I heard the old, old men say,<br>'Everything alters,<br>And one by one we drop away.'<br>They had hands like claws, and their knees<br>Were twisted like the old thorn-trees<br>By the waters.<br>I heard the old, old men say,<br>'All that's beautiful drifts away<br>Like the waters.
