W.B. Yeats
I bring you with reverent handsThe books of my numberless dreams. — W.B. Yeats, from “A Poet to His Beloved,” The Wind Among the Reeds. (Woodstock Books September 1994) Originally published December 1899.
Category: Lyrical Poetry
W.B. Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate / Somewhere among the clouds above; / Those that I fight I do not hate / Those that I guard I do not love. ― W.B. Yeats, from “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death,” The Wild Swans at Coole. (Andesite Press August 8, 2015) Originally published 1919.
W.B. Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the… Continue reading W.B. Yeats
Petrarch
Kiss her foot or her lovely hand; tell her (let your kiss be heard as words): — Petrarch, from Rime sparse’s “Poem 208,” Petrarch’s Lyric Poems, transl. & ed. Robert M. Durling (Harvard University Press, 2011)
Dante Alighieri
The first three hours of night were almost spent The time that every star shines down on us When Love appeared to me so suddenly That I still shudder at the memory. Joyous Love seemed to me, the while he held My heart within his hands, and in his arms My lady lay asleep wrapped… Continue reading Dante Alighieri
The Vale of Soul-Making 