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    The Wind Among the Reeds
    The Wind Among the Reeds
    The Wind Among the Reeds
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    The Wind Among the Reeds

    By W. B. Yeats

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    "The Wind Among the Reeds" by W.B. Yeats is a collection of mystical and symbolist poems that delve into the complexities of love, nature, and the human spirit. Through rich and evocative verses, Yeats weaves a tapestry of mythic imagery, exploring the interplay between the material and spiritual realms. The poems reflect his fascination with Irish folklore, the supernatural, and the cyclical nature of existence. With lyrical beauty and profound insights, the collection invites readers to embark on a poetic journey through the ethereal landscapes of Yeats' imagination.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInteractive Media
    Release dateJan 16, 2019
    ISBN9781787249974
    The Wind Among the Reeds
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    W. B. Yeats

    William Butler Yeats is widely regarded as one of the finest English language poets. His eclectic output frequently draws on his chief passions for the occult and the history of his homeland. The poetry, while often mystical and romantic, can also be gritty, realistic and frequently political. Yeats was also a major playwright and founded the Abbey Theatre, Ireland’s national theatre. He received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.

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      I think I am done with Yeats for the moment -- there were a lot of poems in this collection I felt I should like but none of them really connected with me.
    • 4/5
      Being a very short early collection of poems from the justly celebrated poet. These poems definitely concentrate on affairs of the heart and the triumphs and tragedies which eventuate therefrom. The collection doesn't include any of the very familiar poems which are frequently anthologized, though I nosed around a bit and found that some have received musical settings. These are good poems, if a little unspectacular.

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    The Wind Among the Reeds - W. B. Yeats

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    W. B. Yeats

    The Wind

    Among the Reeds

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    New Edition

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    Published by Sovereign

    This edition first published in 2019

    Copyright © 2019 Sovereign

    All Rights Reserved

    ISBN: 9781787249974

    Contents

    THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS

    THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE

    THE EVERLASTING VOICES

    THE MOODS

    AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART

    THE HOST OF THE AIR

    BREASAL THE FISHERMAN

    A CRADLE SONG

    INTO THE TWILIGHT

    THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

    THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER

    THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY

    THE HEART OF THE WOMAN

    AEDH LAMENTS THE LOSS OF LOVE

    MONGAN LAMENTS THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED

    MICHAEL ROBARTES BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE

    HANRAHAN REPROVES THE CURLEW

    MICHAEL ROBARTES REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY

    A POET TO HIS BELOVED

    AEDH GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES

    TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR

    THE CAP AND BELLS

    THE VALLEY OF THE BLACK PIG

    MICHAEL ROBARTES ASKS FORGIVENESS BECAUSE OF HIS MANY MOODS

    AEDH TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS

    AEDH TELLS OF THE PERFECT BEAUTY

    AEDH HEARS THE CRY OF THE SEDGE

    AEDH THINKS OF THOSE WHO HAVE SPOKEN EVIL OF HIS BELOVED

    THE BLESSED

    THE SECRET ROSE

    HANRAHAN LAMENTS BECAUSE OF HIS WANDERINGS

    THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION

    THE POET PLEADS WITH HIS FRIEND FOR OLD FRIENDS

    HANRAHAN SPEAKS TO THE LOVERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS

    AEDH PLEADS WITH THE ELEMENTAL POWERS

    AEDH WISHES HIS BELOVED WERE DEAD

    AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

    MONGAN THINKS OF HIS PAST GREATNESS

    NOTES

    THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS

    THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE

    The host is riding from Knocknarea

    And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;

    Caolte tossing his burning hair

    And Niamh calling Away, come away:

    Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

    The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,

    Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,

    Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,

    Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;

    And if any gaze on our rushing band,

    We come between him and the deed of his hand,

    We come between him and the hope of his heart.

    The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day,

    And where is there hope or deed as fair?

    Caolte tossing his burning hair,

    And Niamh calling Away, come away.

    THE EVERLASTING VOICES

    O sweet everlasting Voices be still;

    Go to the guards of the heavenly fold

    And bid them wander obeying your will

    Flame under flame, till Time be no more;

    Have you not heard that our hearts are old,

    That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,

    In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?

    O sweet everlasting Voices be still.

    THE MOODS

    Time drops in decay,

    Like a candle burnt out,

    And the mountains and woods

    Have their day, have their day;

    What one in the rout

    Of the fire-born moods,

    Has fallen away?

    AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART

    All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,

    The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,

    The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,

    Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

    The wrong of unshapely

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