"I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem."
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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"I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem."
"In dreams begins responsibility."
"Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again."
"I have often had the fancy that there is some one Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all he did and thought."
"It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat."
"The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream."
"Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses."
"Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before."
"How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
"An intellectual hatred is the worst."
"We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create."
"Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering."
"Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?"
"Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry."
"Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
"If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made."
"Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party."
"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry."
"One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass Cannot keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain."
"True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self."