Some of the lyrics in the main theme song include text from the Celtic folklore poem “The Stolen Child” by Northern Irish poet William Butler Yeats
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Some of the lyrics in the main theme song include text from the Celtic folklore poem “The Stolen Child” by Northern Irish poet William Butler Yeats
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@c0t0d0s0 Eine wunderschön schaurige Lesung des Gedichts The Second Coming von WB Yeats findet sich hier: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IY2oIsA4c7k
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'Literarischer Handlungsort'
[...] The little narrow trodden way that runs
From the white road to the Abbey of Corcomroe
Is covered up; and all about the hills
Are like a circle of agate or of jade.
Somewhere among great rocks on the scarce grass
Birds cry, they cry their loneliness.
Even the sunlight can be lonely here,
Even hot noon is lonely. [...]
From: The Dreaming of the Bones
by W. B. Yeats 1919
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
-- William Butler Yeats
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"I went into the hazel #wood because a fire was in my head," said the Irish poet, adjusting his round-rimmed glasses. "But I ended up wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands."
"Woods, eh? I went walking in a yellow one, myself," said the American poet. "My problem was which path to follow. I chose the less travelled one."
"Did you happen to pluck the silver apples of the moon or the golden apples of the sun?"
"'Fraid not."
𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄: "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿" 𝗯𝘆 𝗪. 𝗕. 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 -
Perhaps self-indulgently caught up in desire, Yeats's reflections on our lives as magic and myth, as narrative, as aging and remorse, remain sumptuous thought.
𝟯 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄: “𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿” 𝗯𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗕𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 -
Yeats's collection of works, profound and far-visioned, internal and age-weary, reveals a wisdom that nearly eludes its speakers. Marvelous reverie.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
-- William Butler Yeats
Education is not filling a bucket but lighting a fire.
-- William Butler Yeats
No Second Troy
- by William Butler Yeats
https://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/752797835547869184/no-second-troy?source=share
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
-- William Butler Yeats
"Now when I read Yeats, even in the big poems when his big voice is working well, I find myself a little suspicious. I find myself wondering what is concealed behind the megaphone.”
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Jack Butler Yeats, brother of WB Yeats and a painter who developed an intensely expressionist style, died on 28th March 1957. He was a close friend of Samuel Beckett.
Useless quote for 24 Mar:
"One day when I was twenty-three or twenty-four this sentence seemed to form in my head, without my willing it, much as sentences form when we are half-asleep:
'Hammer your thoughts into unity.' "
~ William Butler Yeats, 1919
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Link to source:
https://archive.org/details/ifiwerefourandtw0000yeat/
"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown."
-'The Mermaid' by William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats | Un aviador irlandés prevé su muerte [en «Los cisnes salvajes de Coole» 1919]
“Estoy seguro de encontrar mi fin
en un alto lugar sobre las nubes;
odio no tengo a aquellos que combato,
amor no tengo a aquellos que defiendo;” [...] Seguir leyendo en: http://tinyurl.com/23a3x8vp
Post by @locagonia
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I was grateful to be alone in my abstraction.
My Hair Burned Like Berenice
Ruth Awad
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/161690/my-hair-burned-like-berenice
I’m on a Yeats kick at the moment and found this quote in one of his books.
“Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle.”
The roof’s an outright liar
A Revelation with Yeats
Kimiko Hahn
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/161140/a-revelation-with-yeats
Joni Mitchell - Slouching Towards Bethlehem