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The International Yeats Society unites scholars, students, and readers of W.B. Yeats from around the world. Become a member today!

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Now available for pre-order: W. B. Yeats’s Rapallo Notebooks (IYS 9.2, 2025).

This special print edition guides readers through the Rapallo Notebooks as both artifacts and reflections of Yeats’s creative process.

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W. B. YEATS’S RAPALLO NOTEBOOKS Descriptive & Analytical Examinations of the Five Notebooks (NLI 13,578-82) by Neil Mann and Wayne K. Chapman International Yeats Studies: A Special Edition Volume 9, Number 2 (2025) Copyright 2025 by Clemson University. ISSN: 2475-9627 Now available in paperback and hardcover editions (430 pp., illustrated) ISBN: 978-1-63804-200-6 for paperback copy. Price: $xx ISBN: 978-1-63804-201-3 for hardcover copy. Price: $xx VISUAL AIDS INCLUDE—frontispiece (Yeats at the Albergo Rapallo), 2 tables (for “General Overview”), and 2 views of the waterfront; Rapallo Notebooks A & B, 1 table and 8 figures; Rapallo Notebook C, 8 figures (including two aerial views of Rapallo); Rapallo Notebook D, 9 figures (including a photograph of the plaque raised in 1985 to commemorate the Yeats’s residence in Rapallo); and Rapallo Notebook E, 1 table and 12 figures; followed by Appendices A-E (tabular summaries of each notebook by folio). All this available in paperback and hardcover editions, as well as digital form. (Illustration of Yeats in front of Rapallo)
November 11, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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"The Realists," written by W.B. Yeats in December of 1912.

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The Realists Hope that you may understand! What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons Do, but awake a hope to live That had gone With the dragons? William Butler Yeats [Illustration of a dragon]
October 19, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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We are continuing to draw closer to our fundraising goal of €5,000! Your generous support ensures that International Yeats Studies remains freely accessible to readers and scholars around the world.

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October 16, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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We are sincerely grateful for the generosity of our supporters, whose contributions have brought us to nearly 25% of our fundraising goal. Every donation brings us closer to ensuring the IYS journal remains freely available worldwide.

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October 5, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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The provisional programme for the 2025 International Yeats Society conference in Dublin is now available to view on Trinity College's website, as well as information on registering for the conference. Click the following link for more:

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September 30, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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Join our campaign to keep International Yeats Studies open access! With your generous support, this invaluable scholarly resource will remain freely available to all. Follow the link below to make a donation today!

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September 27, 2025 at 11:40 PM
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"The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water," written by W.B. Yeats in 1902.

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The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water W.B. Yeats 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.”
September 25, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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"He Thinks of Those Who Have Spoken Evil of His Beloved," written by William Butler Yeats and first published in 1899.

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He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved William Butler Yeats Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied.
September 21, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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"The Sorrow of Love," written by W.B. Yeats in 1893 and first published in his collection "The Rose."

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September 14, 2025 at 6:33 PM
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"Gratitude to Unknown Instructors," written by W.B. Yeats and first published in the 1940 collection "Last Poems."

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September 5, 2025 at 1:32 PM
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"The Balloon of the Mind," written by W.B. Yeats in 1919.

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The Balloon of the Mind W.B. Yeats Hands, do what you’re bid: Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed.
May 28, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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"The Valley Of The Black Pig," written by W.B. Yeats and first published in "The Wind Among the Reeds" in 1899.

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The Valley Of The Black Pig William Butler Yeats The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears. We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore, The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew, Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you. Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.
May 13, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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The International Yeats Society is pleased to announce that issue 9.1 of the International Yeats Studies journal is now available!

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April 25, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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"Easter, 1916," written by W.B. Yeats on September 25th, 1916.

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April 20, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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"Politics", written by William Butler Yeats on May 24, 1938.

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“Politics” ‘In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.’—Thomas Mann How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here’s a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there’s a politician That has both read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war’s alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms! W.B. Yeats
April 4, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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"The Lake Isle of Innisfree", written by W.B. Yeats in 1888 and first published in "The National Observer" in 1890.

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree William Butler Yeats 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 veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. [Illustration of a bee]
March 17, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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"To a Shade," written by W.B. Yeats in September 1913.

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To a Shade William Butler Yeats IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade,Whether to look upon your monument(I wonder if the builder has been paid)Or happier-thoughted when the day is spentTo drink of that salt breath out of the seaWhen grey gulls flit about instead of men,And the gaunt houses put on majesty:Let these content you and be gone again;For they are at their old tricks yet. A manOf your own passionate serving kind who had broughtIn his full hands what, had they only known,Had given their children's children loftier thought,Sweeter emotion, working in their veinsLike gentle blood, has been driven from the place,And instilt heaped upon him for his pains,And for his open-handedness, disgrace;Your enemy, an old fotil mouth, had setThe pack upon him. Go, unquiet wanderer,And gather the Glasnevin coverletAbout your head till the dust stops your ear,The time for you to taste of that Salt breathAnd listen at the corners has not come;You had enough of sorrow before death --Away, away! You are safer in the tomb.
March 10, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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"The Everlasting Voices," written by William Butler Yeats and published in "The Wind Among the Reeds" in 1899.

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The Everlasting Voices William Butler Yeats O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
March 5, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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"A Prayer On Going Into My House," written by W.B. Yeats in 1919.

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A Prayer On Going Into My House William Butler Yeats God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage And on my heirs, if all remain unspoiled, No table or chair or stool not simple enough For shepherd lads in Galilee; and grant That I myself for portions of the year May handle nothing and set eyes on nothing But what the great and passionate have used Throughout so many varying centuries We take it for the norm; yet should I dream Sinbad the sailor's brought a painted chest, Or image, from beyond the Loadstone Mountain, That dream is a norm; and should some limb of the Devil Destroy the view by cutting down an ash That shades the road, or setting up a cottage Planned in a government office, shorten his life, Manacle his soul upon the Red Sea bottom. [Illustration of a cottage]
February 28, 2025 at 1:44 AM
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"A Dream of Death", written by W.B. Yeats and first published in "The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats" in 1903.

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A Dream of Death William Butler Yeats I dreamed that one had died in a strange place Near no accustomed hand, And they had nailed the boards above her face, The peasants of that land, Wondering to lay her in that solitude, And raised above her mound A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, And planted cypress round; And left her to the indifferent stars above Until I carved these words: She was more beautiful than thy first love, But now lies under boards. Accompanied by an illustration of a skeleton in a coffin.
February 19, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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"The Lover Tells of the Rose in his Heart," written in 1899 by W.B. Yeats. 🌹

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The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart William Butler Yeats All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
February 14, 2025 at 8:33 PM
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"When Helen Lived," written by W.B. Yeats in 1913 and first published in "Responsibilities and Other Poems" in 1916.

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When Helen Lived We have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we have won From bitterest hours; Yet we, had we walked within Those topless towers Where Helen waked with her boy, Had given but as the rest Of the men and women of Troy, A word and a jest. William Butler Yeats
February 8, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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"The Chambermaid's Second Song," written by William Butler Yeats. This text was published in Yeats's final volume of poetry, "New Poems," in 1938.

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The Chambermaid's Second Song From pleasure of the bed, Dull as a worm, His rod and its butting head Limp as a worm, His spirit that has fled Blind as a worm. W.B Yeats (Illustration of an earthworm)
February 3, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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"The Fascination of What's Difficult," written by William Butler Yeats in 1912.

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The Fascination of What’s Difficult By William Butler Yeats The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt That must, as if it had not holy blood Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud, Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theatre business, management of men. I swear before the dawn comes round again I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.
January 30, 2025 at 11:44 PM
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"Human Dignity", the second sonnet from W.B. Yeat's "A Man Young And Old."

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A Man Young And Old: 2. Human Dignity Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in't, But is the same for all As though my sorrow were a scene Upon a painted wall. So like a bit of stone I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb From human dignity. W.B. Yeats
January 29, 2025 at 12:36 AM