by W.B. Yeats, Michael MacLiammoir, Siobhan McKenna
If I had to pick my least favorite day of the year, it would be April Fools' Day. For one thing, I already have an overdeveloped sense of mistrust, so the last thing I need is a day which amps that up to 11. Another reason is that all of the attention paid to April Fools' Day overshadows the fact ...
This is the quintessential collection of the poetry of Yeats. It's dense and a bit difficult to get through, but the best part of the book are the detailed appendices and extensive explanatory notes. These both include long quotes from Yeats' personal writings, lectures and conversations, which help...
My favourite piece of Yeats, which I've known since I was a teenager. I've never really figured out what it means, but I think it's wonderful all the same:Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell ...