"And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun."
Poet, Playwright
William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and playwright, notable for his profound exploration of love, identity, and the human experience in works like 'The Second Coming.'
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"And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun."
"Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams"
"It seems to me that true love is a discipline."
"Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet."
"The poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven't the time to cook it."
"Love comes in at the eye."
"The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all"
"Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on."
"I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head."
"We cannot doubt that barbaric people receive such influences more visibly and obviously, and in all likelihood more easily and fully than we do, for our life in cities, which deafens or kills the passive meditative life, and our education that enlarges the separated, self-moving mind, have made our souls less sensitive."
"Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon."
"A symbol is indeed the only possible expression of some invisible essence, a transparent lamp about a spiritual flame; while allegory is one of many possible representations of an embodied thing, or familiar principle, and belongs to fancy and not to imagination: the one is a revelation, the other an amusement."
"Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity."
"The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart."
"The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne."
"O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted."
"O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet."
"In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class."
"O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze."
"For those that love the world serve it in action, Grow rich, popular, and full of influence; And should they paint or write still is it action, The struggle of the fly in marmalade."