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Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done. Of a mocking tale or a gibe. To please a companion. Around the fire at the club, Being certain that they and I. But lived where motley is worn: All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent. In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument.
- William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats is widely considered to be one of the...
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The Realists - Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats | Poetry...
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Poems and prose about conflict, armed conflict, and poetry's...
- Love and the Bird
Love and the Bird - Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats |...
- William Butler Yeats
The Easter Rising is a double entendre on the holiday; the “terrible beauty” was “born” during Holy Week, which marks the occasion of Christ’s sacrifice. Hence, the Easter Rising is simultaneously crucifixion and resurrection, reality and archetype.
16 A terrible beauty is born. 17 That woman's days were spent. 18 In ignorant good-will, 19 Her nights in argument. 20 Until her voice grew shrill. 21 What voice more sweet than hers. 22 When, young and beautiful, 23 She rode to harriers? 24 This man had kept a school. 25 And rode our wingèd horse; 26 This other his helper and friend. 27 Was ...
Terrible and beauty are opposite sentiments and speak to the concept of the “sublime” in which horror and beauty can exist simultaneously. It is usually experienced from afar. This could be said for Yeats’ perspective on the Rising. The Easter Rising was terrible because of its violence and loss of life, but the beauty was in the dream of ...
A terrible beauty is born. The extent to which Yeats was willing to eulogize the members of the Easter Rising can be seen in his usage of "green" (78) to commemorate said members above, even though he generally abhors the use of the colour green as a political symbol (Yeats's abhorrence was such that he forbade green as the color of the binding of his books). [4]
A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent. In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument. Until her voice grew shrill. What voice more sweet than hers. When, young and beautiful, She rode to harriers? This man had kept a school. And rode our wingèd horse; This other his helper and friend. Was coming into his force;
A terrible beauty is born. That woman's days were spent. In ignorant good-will, Her nights in argument. Until her voice grew shrill. What voice more sweet than hers. When, young and...
