Easter 1916 W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939 I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I …
It’s amazing to think that literature once caused riots. When John Millington Synge‘s play, The Playboy of the Western World, was performed in January of 1907 in Dublin, riots broke out. The reasons were complex. It wasn’t just the play itself, but the whole build up of Irish nationalism and various factions that were in …
An older poem of mine reminds me of the biography of Yeats I’m reading now. The biography of Yeats reminds me of an older poem. Not so much for what resides inside the poem or inside the book. But the act of writing itself. The act of being a poet. The act. The context of …