You can visit #Yeats: The Life and Works of William Butler Yeats, a free exhibition at the National Library of Ireland, Kildare St, Dublin.

📆 Open Monday to Sunday: www.nli.ie/exhibitions-events/exhib...

Downloadable Resource | Irish Folklore and Fairy tales in the Work of WB Yeats

🧚 Are you interested in Irish Folklore, and Fairy tales in the Work of #WBYeats?

This #downloadable resource introduces students to primary and secondary sources from the #Yeats collection at the @NLIreland: www.nli.ie/learn/downloadable-resou...

The Lake Isle of Innisfree William Butler Yeats

‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ by William Butler Yeats

#poem #poetry #english #literature #yeats

www.deadpoetsdaily.com/p/william-bu...

#Swift #Wilde #Shaw #Yeats

And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.
#Yeats
#politics

“How can we know the dancer from the dance?” #thetower #yeats #readingirelandmonth26 Amongst the pile of possible choices for Reading Ireland Month lurked a slim volume of poetry: “The Tower” by W.B. Yeats. He’s a poet I’m not aware of having ever read befor…

My final review of the month is for #ReadingIrelandMonth26 and in it I explore the poetry of #Yeats @renardpress.com - kaggsysbookishramblings.wordpress.com/2026/03/27/h...

Sub Rosa Aeternitatis Innumerable as those Forgotten souls lost to Plague, siege, fire, and Famine - Latent-nesting in Earth’s Dendrons and ganglia - Rosa canina Erupts into a rash of Remembrance at Ascension Day’s approach. Believer legions – Salmon-flaked, stamen-plaid - Flush out hedgerows, sidings, Badlands in an Ambush of callow, Blushed fervour: Spring-loaded for Mouths aghast, aflame with Prophecies anew at Pentecost, spoken in scorched Tongues that Swell into meat-ripe hips as the Season eases into Equinox. Young Irish poet, Rose upon a Rood around his Neck, sees eternal beauty Impaled upon the crux of the World, the Rose partaking in Creation’s agonies - the Divine shifting into Immanence. Ephemeral, yet constant, with Ever-recurring cycles of Birth, death, renewal Embedded in Deep-Time Dynamics: Rosa canina - French-pink, flesh-hipped Transcendence. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2022 Image of Dogrose (Rosa canina) bloom in May/June

🙏 @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #InBloom

#poetry / #photography:
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025/2022

Out all day - will catch up

#RosaCanina #Easter #Pentecost #Mysticism #Yeats #DeepTime #Flowersky

Nothing [in this realm] is quite what it seems.
That's what my Mothers taught me.

#Yeats Song of Wandering Aongus
Sung by the inimitable Christy Moore

youtu.be/BBPF9sJR13A?... via @YouTube

From the poem, “He wishes his Beloved were Dead” 🍀💚🪉🇮🇪

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

#poetrylovers #Yeats

youtube.com/shorts/ek1GD...

A Drinking Song
by William Butler #Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

#poetry

A Dialogue of Self and Soul I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air,…

Happy St Patrick's Day, poetry world!

We argued which Irish poet to read today -- Heaney? Eavan Boland? Paul Muldoon? Hard to go wrong with Yeats:

"We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest."

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43294/...

#poetry #stpatricksday #yeats #irishpoetry

Image by Jean-Baptiste Monge
#GothicSpring #Mythology #MythologySky #IrishMythology #CelticMythology #Folklore #FolkloreSky #IrishFolklore #CelticFolklore #Ireland #IrishSky #Celtic #CelticSky #Fairy #FairySky #Faerie #FaerieSky #Leprechaun #Yeats #WBYeats

#dailyimageprompt 79

#yeats #water

#prompt by mike @po3try.bsky.social

~ taste profiles ~

#yeats - bittersweet
#steinbeck - red wine
​#hemingway - salty
#kafka - surreal with hints of cockroach
#carroll - shrinks you to 10 inches
#brown - very, very plain

"She is a girl would not be afraid to walk the whole world with herself."

☘️🎭 Augusta, #LadyGregory, Irish playwright, poet and patron of #Yeats, was #BOTD 15 March 1852. #Poetry #Theatre

I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:   
That you were beautiful, and that I strove   
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown   
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
W.B. #Yeats ‘Adam’s Curse’ #Irish #Poetry

Aún no sé si me encanta o me espanta.

#Yeats #Irlanda

The Moods Time drops in decay

Something for #smallpoemsunday

The Moods, a potent little poem by W. B. Yeats.

excerpt:
"Time drops in decay,/Like a candle burnt out..."

The rest of the poem can be read at the Academy of American Poets website:
poets.org/poem/moods

#poetry #poems #brevity #yeats #nature
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

As things fall apart, Yeats’ 1919 poem ‘The Second Coming’ seems as timely as ever - The Boston Globe My friend and I stepped back in time one evening to 1919 when we attended an interactive poetry event.

Wrote this piece on #Yeats for @bostonglobe.com. Thx @lisabutton.bsky.social Sam Seidel.

www.bostonglobe.com/2026/03/06/m...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and
I haveth eaten too much ish
slouching towards bathroom
The ceremony of innocence is drowned

#Yeats

Comes to mind more often these days in a haunting, warning way. #poetry #yeats #undoing #psychopaths #evil #power

'We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart’s grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love;' #Yeats
Never more true than now.

O Human Child, by Avi C. Engel from the album Their Invisible Hands

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand

aviengel.bandcamp.com/track/o-huma...

#yeats #poem #dronemusic #art

Take me away to
The waters and the wild, from
Lands full of weeping.
#vssdaily #away #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
#Yeats

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?

- Yeats

#poetry #yeats #thicktrunktuesday

We sat grown quiet at the name of love;   
We saw the last embers of daylight die,   
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky   
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell   
Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell   
About the stars and broke in days and years.
W.B. #Yeats

Photo taken of large screen inside Yeats exhibition featuring a portrait of Maud Gonne

You can visit #Yeats: The Life and Works of William Butler Yeats, a free exhibition at the National Library of Ireland, Kildare St, Dublin.

📆 Open Monday to Sunday: www.nli.ie/exhibitions-events/exhib...

Ireland announces scheme to provide basic income for artists The Basic Income for Artists (BIA) project is believed to be the first permanent one of its kind in the world.

#Yeats and #SeamusHeaney would be proud! www.bbc.com/news/article...

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
#Yeats

Taobh istigh de Leabharlann Teaghlaigh Yeats

Tá Leabharlann Theaghlaigh #Yeats ar fáil anois i
@nlireland.bsky.social 📚

Ar fáil le breathnú air de réir coinne i Seomra Léitheoireachta na Lámhscríbhinní, nochtann an bailiúchán urghnách seo saol léitheoireachta ceann de na teaghlaigh ealaíonta is cáiliúla in Éirinn. www.nli.ie/ga/news-stor...

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make #poetry.

- William Butler #Yeats