
A collection of poems
New Poems
193835 poems0 in full here
Cuala Press, Dublin, May 1938.
- 1The GyresThe gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth;As civilisation turns towards violence, the poet chooses tragic joy.
- 2Lapis LazuliI have heard that hysterical women sayFacing war and ruin, Yeats finds joy in tragic art and ancient wisdom.
- 3Imitated from the JapaneseA most astonishing thingA seventy-year-old marvels that he has never danced for joy.
- 4Sweet DancerThe girl goes dancing thereA troubled girl dances on a lawn, and the poet pleads for her.
- 5The Three BushesSaid lady once to lover,A lady sends her maid to her lover's bed; three rose bushes mingle.
- 6The Lady's First SongI turn roundThe lady of "The Three Bushes" confesses a love that shames her.
- 7The Lady's Second SongWhat sort of man is comingThe lady prepares her maid to take her place in the lover's bed.
- 8The Lady's Third SongWhen you and my true lover meetThe lady asks her maid to share the lover honourably between them.
- 9The Lover's SongBird sighs for the air,A tiny song of longing, and the rest that follows love.
- 10The Chambermaid's First SongHow came this rangerA chambermaid watches over the lover who slept with her unknowingly.
- 11The Chambermaid's Second SongFrom pleasure of the bed,The chambermaid bluntly sums up her lover after the night.
- 12An Acre of GrassPicture and book remain,An old man in a quiet house prays for the frenzy to keep creating.
- 13What Then?His chosen comrades thought at schoolA successful life is questioned, stanza by stanza, by Plato's ghost.
- 14Beautiful Lofty ThingsBeautiful lofty things: O'Leary's noble head;Yeats recalls five moments of nobility from people he knew.
- 15A Crazed GirlThat crazed girl improvising her music,A young woman in breakdown becomes, for Yeats, a heroic, singing figure.
- 16To Dorothy WellesleyStretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees,Yeats urges a poet friend to wait at night for the Furies.
- 17The Curse of CromwellYou ask what I have found, and far and wide I go:A wandering poet mourns the old Irish order that Cromwell swept away.
- 18Roger CasementI say that Roger CasementA street ballad defending Roger Casement against a campaign of slander.
- 19The Ghost of Roger CasementO what has made that sudden noise?Casement's ghost haunts John Bull, the self-satisfied figure of England.
- 20The O'RahillySing of the O'Rahilly,A ballad for the O'Rahilly, who opposed the Rising, then died in it.
- 21Come Gather Round Me, ParnellitesCome gather round me, Parnellites,A drinking song in praise of Parnell, proud leader and lover.
- 22The Wild Old Wicked Man'Because I am mad about womenA roving old man courts a pious woman and chooses earthly love.
- 23The Great DayHurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot!Revolution changes who holds the whip, but never ends the whipping.
- 24ParnellParnell came down the road, he said to a cheering man:Parnell tells a cheering labourer that freedom will not end his toil.
- 25What was LostI sing what was lost and dread what was won,A singer loyal to a lost king and a lost cause.
- 26The SpurYou think it horrible that lust and rageAn old poet defends the lust and rage that drive his song.
- 27A Drunken Man's Praise of SobrietyCome swish around, my pretty punk,A drunk man begs his dancing partner to keep him upright.
- 28The PilgrimI fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,A pilgrim to Lough Derg finds nonsense everywhere, and says so in the pub.
- 29Colonel MartinThe Colonel went out sailing,A Galway ballad of a betrayed husband who gives his damages away.
- 30A Model for the LaureateOn thrones from China to PeruA mocking song asking why any decent man keeps his lover waiting.
- 31The Old Stone CrossA statesman is an easy man,An ancient ghost in a golden breastplate scorns modern politics, press and theatre.
- 32The Spirit MediumPoetry, music, I have loved, and yetA medium haunted by spirits turns from art to digging the garden.
- 33Those ImagesWhat if I bade you leaveThe poet urges art away from politics, back to the wild images.
- 34The Municipal Gallery RevisitedAround me the images of thirty years:Among portraits of his friends, the old poet asks to be judged by them.
- 35Are You Content?I call on those that call me son,The old poet asks his ancestors to judge whether he has done well.