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May 5, 2017 · It’s going to prove difficult to restrict our choices to just ten of Yeats’s greatest poems, as there are bound to be notable absences from our list. Nevertheless, all ten of the poems listed here give an insight into the most prevalent themes of Yeats’s poetry. 1. ‘ Leda and the Swan ’.
The Second Coming. W. B. Yeats. 1865 –. 1939. 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 Falling of the Leaves. W. B. Yeats. 1865 –. 1939. Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves. The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
When You Are Old. W. B. 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,
Yeats began by writing epic poems such as The Isle of Statues and The Wanderings of Oisin. His other early poems are lyrics on the themes of love or mystical and esoteric subjects. Yeats's middle period saw him abandon the pre-Raphaelite character of his early work [110] and attempt to turn himself into a Landor -style social ironist.
By William Butler Yeats. 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 would not agree.
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Sailing to Byzantium. By William Butler Yeats. I. That is no country for old men. The young. In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying generations—at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long.
