Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere ...

William Butler Yeats, at the age of seventy-three, stands well within the company of the great poets. He is still writing, and the poems which now appear, usually embedded in short plays or set ...

William Butler Yeats, one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature, died on this day in 1939. Editor's Note: Yeats was a pillar of the Irish and British literary establishment and in his ...

William Butler Yeats was born on June 13, 1865 in Sandymount in Dublin and went on to become a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival in the late 19th century. In 1923, the talented Irish ...

William Butler Yeats wrote "The Second Coming" a hundred years ago, when the world seemed on the verge. Perhaps like now, perhaps like many years. The losses of the First World War were still ...

When I was there studying years ago, a friend and I were riding the bus late one night and carrying on a (probably well-lubricated) conversation about William Butler Yeats. We were talking loudly ...

One hundred years ago, on this day in 1923, the winner was the Irish modernist William Butler (WB) Yeats. But instead of disputing each year's winner, scrutinising the contexts around these ...

It soon became apparent that Yeats and other members of the London chapter were uncomfortable with Crowley’s interpretation of their practices and rituals: They decided Crowley would no longer ...

Set in Sligo town, steeped in the history of Nobel Poet Laureate William Butler Yeats. The episode begins in Sligo town, steeped in the history of Nobel Poet Laureate William Butler Yeats.

WILLIAM Butler Yeats, at the age of seventy-three, stands well within the company of the great poets. He is still writing, and the poems which now appear, usually embedded in short plays or set ...

The Irish Repertory Theater’s celebration of William Butler Yeats tries to make a case for the author’s plays as living works. For the most part, sadly, to little avail. The Irish Repertory ...