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    The Wild Swans at Coole
    The Wild Swans at Coole
    The Wild Swans at Coole
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    The Wild Swans at Coole

    By W B Yeats

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    "The Wild Swans at Coole" by W.B. Yeats is a poignant collection of poems reflecting the poet's contemplation of life, love, and the passage of time. Set against the serene backdrop of Coole Park, Yeats weaves verses that capture the fleeting beauty of swans, mirroring the transience of human emotions. Themes of nature's cyclical patterns, unrequited love, and the tension between reality and idealism resonate through the verses, creating a timeless exploration of the human spirit in its quest for meaning and connection.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInteractive Media
    Release dateJan 20, 2019
    ISBN9781787360075
    The Wild Swans at Coole
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    W B Yeats

    William Butler Yeats was born in 1865 in County Dublin. With his much-loved early poems such as 'The Stolen Child', and 'He Remembers Forgotten Beauty', he defined the Celtic Twilight mood of the late-Victorian period and led the Irish Literary Renaissance. Yet his style evolved constantly, and he is acknowledged as a major figure in literary modernism and twentieth-century European letters. T. S. Eliot described him as 'one of those few whose history is the history of their own time, who are part of the consciousness of an age which cannot be understood without them'. W. B. Yeats died in 1939.

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    • 4/5
      Poetry, like art is subjective - There were poems in this that I enjoyed, but I'm not a great fan of his rhyming verse apart from those in the latter pages of the book. I sometimes find the rhyme detracts from the content, and that's maybe just my own problem :>
    • 5/5
      Thanks to my daughter, I was fortunate to encounter the poems of W.B. Yeats upon my recent visit to Dublin. Having visited the Yeats exhibition at the National Library of Ireland, I was intrigued by this complex man who wrote so deftly about issues, such as aging and death, as well as love, and the beauty of nature. I especially loved the poem to which this collection was named, ‘The Wild Swans of Coole,’ a place of extraordinary beauty in which Yeats contemplates how the lovely swans, unlike himself who is weary, still experience life passionately and freely. In witnessing the swans paddling in the cold, or the lovely moment of the ‘bell-beat of their wings’ above his head, Yeats also realizes how fleeting this moment of beauty can be, as he considers how when he awakens some day, the swans may have flown away. It seems to me that Yeats often wrote about his relationships with women, and since he was promiscuous throughout his life, he was awarded with ample writing resources. Throughout his life, Yeats possessed an unrequited love for a well-spirited woman named Maude Gonne with whom he maintained a close friendship throughout his life. In this anthology, Yeats writes a very short poem, entitled ‘Memory,’ in which he compares the love of his life to a mountain hare, for where the hare lies, its form cannot be held in the mountain grass. To me, Yeats speaks of the elusiveness of this idyllic relationship. Written with only a few lines, this poem to me is almost perfection, as a haiku, which succinctly speaks profoundly with minimal words.
    • 3/5
      While I liked a few of the poems in this selection, most were just humdrum for me. I didn't hate them or find them impossible to understand (which is far too often the case with poetry for me) but they didn't speak to me. These are the poems I liked best in the collection: "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death", "The Living Beauty", "The Hawk", "The Cat and the Moon" and "Another Song of a Fool"

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