Poem of the month
Over the last few years we have marked each month with a poem. To celebrate #PoetryDayIre here they all are collected:
2017 - Irish Poetry of the First World War 2016 - 1916 - 2016 Poem of the month 2015 - Celebrating Yeats 2015
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Poem of the month
Over the last few years we have marked each month with a poem. To celebrate #PoetryDayIre here they all are collected:
2017 - Irish Poetry of the First World War 2016 - 1916 - 2016 Poem of the month 2015 - Celebrating Yeats 2015
“Yeats” – an album of songs written by Gustav Haggren and Peder Gravlund from poems by William Butler Yeats. First single is “Lady’s Second Song”.
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#YeatsQuote #Yeats2015 #DukeofYork #Belfast (at Duke Of York)
Extract from W.H. Auden’s In Memory of W.B.Yeats.
Happy 150th Birthday to W.B. Yeats.
Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us to rejoice; With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse, Sing of human unsuccess In a rapture of distress; In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start, In the prison of his days Teach the free man how to praise.
Full poem and short commentary here.
Image Statue of Yeats County Sligo.
For #Yeats2015, fall in love with BAT EYES, inspired by the poem ‘When You Are Old’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyDEEQoVqjY
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
One of the most extraordinary elegiac conversations of our time.
About Auden’s elegy for Yeats
Auden reads his poem about Yeats.