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William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)


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I HAD this thought a while ago,
'My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land.'
And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;
That every year I have cried, 'At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call';
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live. 



William Butler Yeats's other poems:
  1. Under Ben Bulben
  2. Parnell's Funeral
  3. A Prayer For Old Age
  4. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death
  5. At Galway Races


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Words ("Out of us all")
  • Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Words ("Axes after whose stroke the wood rings")

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