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When You Are Old by W.B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats Actor Cillian Murphy reads "When You Are Old" by W.B. Yeats — a tender, timeless poem of enduring love. Find his books W.B. Yeats's "When You Are Old" is one of the most tender and enduring love poems in the English language. Written for Maud Gonne, the woman he loved and proposed to multiple times — and was rejected by — the poem imagines a future in which she looks back on her life and recognizes the one man who loved not just her beauty but her "pilgrim soul." This recording, by the Irish actor Cillian Murphy , captures the quiet ache and dignity of Yeats's lines. Murphy's voice — soft, measured, with the weight of deep feeling — brings the poem to l...

A Crazed Girl by W. B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes A Crazed Girl by W. B. Yeats 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, hun...

The Wild Swans of Coole by W. B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes The Wild Swans at Coole by W. B. Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed s...

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats 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: somewhere in sands of the d...

A Cradle Song by William Butler Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes A Cradle Song by William Butler Yeats The Danann children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies, With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold: I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast, And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me. Desolate winds that cry over the wandering sea; Desolate winds that hover in the flaming West; Desolate winds that beat the doors of Heaven, and beat The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost; O heart the wind...