These are some of my favourite lines from the poetry of WB Yeats who was born in Sandymount in Dublin on 13th June 1865 and is buried at the foot of Ben Bulben mountains in Sligo, Ireland. Whether you are Irish or not, raise a glass of Bailey’s Irish Mist tonight in gratitude of the great man whose poetry has given us decades of immeasurable joy but also an abundance of insight into the travails of life and love.
“The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time”.
In Memory of Eva Gore Booth and Con Marklewicz (1933)
“Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people.”
Letters on Poetry from W. B. Yeats to Dorothy Wellesley (1940)
“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blues and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
‘He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’ (1899)