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And mighty poets in their misery dead.

Resolution and Independence
The harvest of a quiet eye,
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

A Poet's Epitaph
The light that never was, on sea or land;
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!—
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

Personal Talk
Irish poets, learn your trade,
Sing whatever is well made.

Last Poems, 1936-1939, under ben bulben
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.

The Letters of W. B. Yeats
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with.

The Letters of W. B. Yeats Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.

Paracelsus
Stand still, true poet that you are!
I know you; let me try and draw you.
Some night you'll fail us: when afar
You rise, remember one man saw you,
Knew you, and named a star!

Popularity
Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

The Poets
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