view of Benbulben near Sligo, Yeat's country
Selection of Poems
'I Am of Ireland
To a Child Dancing in the Wind
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
The Wild Swans at Coole
An Irish Airman Forsees his Death
To the Red Rose Upon the Rood of Time
The Second Coming
view of Sligo today
|A brief biography
Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was born of a Protestant family in Dublin on June
13, 1865. His father studied for the bar, practiced law briefly, and turned
to art as his life-long profession. He took up residence in London
as a painter, but never succeeded in making enough money to fully support
his family. William's mother came from a well-to-do family in Sligo.
William spent many childhood days at Sligo and loved the natural countryside
beauty. William was undoubtedly influenched by his father to pursue
his artistic talents above all else, even family and economic concerns.
William was a writer of verse since his teenage years. He lived, thought,
and worked as a poet all his life. Unlike his father who struggled
to establish himself as a professional painter, William succeeded in fame
and fortune as a poet.
Yeats' early poems are
imbued with images from the legends of Celtic mythology. The poetry of
his middle years were influenced by his unrequited love for the revolutionary
Maude Gonne and his involvement in the Irish Nationalist movement. The
poems of his later years are more bleak and heavily influenced by the symbolism
of the occult.
He founded Ireland's
first national theatre in 1901 in Dublin, before Ireland even became an
independent nation. He wrote several plays that were pereformed there.
He became a senator of the Irish Free State in 1922 and he received the
Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923. Yeats died in France in 1939.
In 1948 his remains were moved to Drumcliffe, near his beloved Sligo.
Brendan Kennelly in his
introduction to The Penguin Book of Irish Verse © 1970, Penguin Books,
Great Britain, explains why Yeats ranks as one of the greatest poets of
the 20th century:
‘It is clear then that
in nineteenth-century Ireland there was tremendous poetic energy.
Yet there was something lacking: a centralizing force, a unifying spirit.
W.B. Yeats, himself an important part of nineteenth-century poetry, was
such a spirit. He had more solid stamina than Ferguson, more fierce
intensity than Mangan. He had a vision for Ireland unequalled in
her tradition, as well as the intelligence and energy to turn that vision
into reality. Carrying his experience of the nineteenth century and
its mythology in his heart and head, he stepped into twentieth-century
Ireland, a great poet with a great poet’s ideals. Never did a country
so badly need a poet. Never did a poet work so tirelessly for his