William Butler Yeats Berühmte Zitate
„Keiner, der mit äußerster Geschwindigkeit läuft, hat Kopf oder Herz.“
Entfremdung
"Nobody running at full speed has either a head or a heart." - Journal 1909, in: Estrangement (1926) books.google http://books.google.de/books?id=nQ6A_QpI4YwC&pg=PA365
„Hinter der Maske ist immer ein lebendiges Gesicht.“
Synges Tod
"There is always a living face behind the mask." - The death of Synge. books.google http://books.google.de/books?id=nQ6A_QpI4YwC&pg=PA373
„Denke wie ein Weiser aber sprich die Sprache Deiner Mitmenschen!“
Leider steht das Zitat mit einem tragischen RS-fehler in der Sammung.. statt "weiser Mensch" ist dort von einem "Weißen" die Rede... leider hab ich die Kommentarfunktion nicht gefunden.. vielen Dank für die Korrektur, mit freundlichen Grüßen von CK
„Der Akt der Würdigung von etwas, das Größe hat, ist ein Akt der Selbstüberwindung.“
Synges Tod
"The act of appreciation of any great thing is an act of self-conquest." - The death of Synge. books.google http://books.google.de/books?id=nQ6A_QpI4YwC&pg=PA381
William Butler Yeats Zitate und Sprüche
„Ein Dichter schöpft die Tragik aus seiner eigenen Seele, der Seele, die allen Menschen gleicht.“
Entfremdung
"A poet creates tragedy from his own soul, that soul which is alike in all men." - Journal 1909, in: Estrangement (1926) books.google http://books.google.de/books?id=nQ6A_QpI4YwC&pg=PA348
Entfremdung
"All civilisation is held together by the suggestions of an invisible hypnotist — by artificially created illusions." - Journal 1909, in: Estrangement (1926) books.google http://books.google.de/books?id=nQ6A_QpI4YwC&pg=PA356
Heinrich Böll: Irisches Tagebuch. Werke Bd. 10, Kiepenheuer & Witsch, 2005, S. 269 books.google https://books.google.de/books?id=eckbAQAAMAAJ&q=reiter
"Cast a cold eye | On life, on death. | Horseman, pass by!" - Under Ben Bulben [1938], bei en.wikisource
William Butler Yeats: Zitate auf Englisch
“Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.”
The Municipal Gallery Revisited http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1659/, st. 7
Last Poems (1936-1939)
Variante: Think where man's glory most begins and ends. And say my glory was I had such friends.
Kontext: You that would judge me, do not judge alone
This book or that, come to this hallowed place
Where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon;
Ireland's history in their lineaments trace;
Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.
Quelle: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
Among School Children http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1437/, st. 8
The Tower (1928)
Kontext: Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
“For everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.”
Never Give All The Heart http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1545/
In The Seven Woods (1904)
Quelle: Poems
Kontext: Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
The Second Coming (1919)
Kontext: p>Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?</p
“An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.”
St. 8
Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), A Prayer For My Daughter http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1421/
Quelle: The Yeats Reader, Revised Edition: A Portable Compendium of Poetry, Drama, and Prose
Kontext: An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of plenty’s horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
“God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.”
Quelle: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
The Circus Animals' Desertion, III
Last Poems (1936-1939)
The Stolen Child http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1695/, st. 1
Crossways (1889)
Variante: Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Quelle: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Kontext: p>Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. </p
“Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
Oh, when may it suffice?”
St. 4
Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), Easter, 1916 http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1477/
Variante: Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
Quelle: Easter 1916 and Other Poems
Letter to the Editor, Dublin Daily Express (27 February 1895)
“I heard the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.”
The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1663/
In The Seven Woods (1904)
Kontext: I heard the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.
