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Selected Poems (Penguin Modern Classics)

Selected Poems (Penguin Modern Classics)
By William Yeats

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This selection of the works of W B Yeats, includes the final book from the unfairly neglected narrative poem 'The Wanderings of Oisin' and a number of lyrics from Yeats's work as poetic dramatist. It breaks new ground by allowing the reader to engage with a dozen poems in alternative versions; in many other cases it provides significant variants, so that Yeats's struggle to revise his poetry can be experienced with unusual immediacy.


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  • Amazon Sales Rank: #69604 in Books
  • Published on: 2000-05-25
  • Original language: English
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 368 pages

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About the Author
W B Yeats (1865 - 1939) is one of the great and innovative poets of the twentieth century. Much of his most vigorous verse on love, sex, Irish and international politics, the complexities of the occult and the 'sedentary toil' of poetry was producedin the years between his fiftieth birthday in 1915 and his death in 1939. Timothy Webb is Professor of English at the University of Bristol.


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Excellent collection of Yeats work5
This book offers a fine collection of some of Yeats greatest poetry including: He wishes for the cloths of heaven, Easter 1916 and The Second Coming. This book is a must for all lovers of yeats and newcomers alike.

"And I would find myself and not an image."5
This selection gives 28 pages to the early 1890's Decadent period, 41 pages between 1900 and 1917 when Yeats felt his verse growing more assertive and definite, and then 139 pages for the remaining Modernist period from 1917 till the poet's death in 1939. In fairness, the selection reflects the quality of Yeats' writing throughout his life rather than any bias on the part of Webb. Yeats himself said "as I look back upon my own writing, I take pleasure alone in those verses where it seems to me I have found something hard and cold", a reference to the complacently dreamy verses of the early Crossways, still to be found lingering round the corner of The Lake-Isle of Innisfree.
Yeats resolved his life through his poetry, as an avid reader of Nietzsche he was constantly recapitulating, reconciling himself with his past; Ego Dominus Tuus epitomises that. He spent much energy in attempting to reconcile Ireland to an image of itself, one neither effeminately sentimental as the English stereotype made out ("always ready to revolt against the despotism of fact" - Arnold), nor as one-dimensionally political as the Young Ireland propaganda-culture threatened to make it. Poems The Fisherman, Easter 1916, September 1913, all display Yeats' construction of and frustration at Irish identity at the time. Ultimately though, it's his final concern between competing and complementary opposites, a theme developed through the spiritualism of his book A Vision, the opposition of abstract knowledge and visceral activity, which defines much of his later, modern verse. The Tower, Sailing to Byzantium, The Second Coming, and on to Under Ben Bulben, each reflect the theme of periodic revolution of opposite states; life/death, wisdom/vulgarity, quality/baseness... These are the haunting and powerful poems of a proud but aging man at war with both himself and the mediocre world of "greasy tills" he felt overtaking him.
Yeats would probably have agreed with Steven Wallace that, "poetry is essentially romantic". Much of this selection shows his attempt to romanticise or dramatise his country and himself, his wish to create symbols of Ireland and `Yeats - the poet' that would become part of the national, almost mythological, heritage of the new Free State. For that reason the selection reads, at times, as an autobiography in verse, one in which the poet and poem fall into each other like the worlds of a Borges short-story (only 40-odd years before the master trickster himself). Brilliant stuff. Definitely recommend it.