Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHILE I, FROM THAT RED-THROATED WHISPERER, by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Last Line: Are but a post the passing dogs defile. Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B. Subject(s): Fame | ||||||||
While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as once A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof, --Ben Jonson's phase--and find when June is come At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof A sterner conscience and a friendlier home I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs, Those undreamt accidents that have made me --Seeing that Fame has perished this long while, Being but a part of ancient ceremony-- Notorious, till all my priceless things While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as once A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof, --Ben Jonson's phase--and find when June is come At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof A sterner conscience and a friendlier home I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs, Those undreamt accidents that have made me --Seeing that Fame has perished this long while, Being but a part of ancient ceremony-- Notorious, till all my priceless things Are but a post the passing dogs defile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEM AND US by LUCILLE CLIFTON WINNING HIS WAY, SELECTION by GERTRUDE STEIN A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DEATH AND FAME by ALLEN GINSBERG EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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