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sarahelem's review against another edition
3.0
Unfortunately the audio quality of this audiobook from Amazon was so poor that the words sort of muddied into one another. I think I'll try to read it again in a physical copy.
inesheiwat's review against another edition
4.0
* 4
Loved some of these poems, but not all of them.
Great study in how to use cultural and folklore-ish themes from where you live in your writing.
As an Irish girl, I loved reading his stuff, as I understood quite a few of the references he used.
Loved some of these poems, but not all of them.
Great study in how to use cultural and folklore-ish themes from where you live in your writing.
As an Irish girl, I loved reading his stuff, as I understood quite a few of the references he used.
clonazine's review against another edition
4.0
Probablemente se escapa a mi entendimiento la genialidad de los poemas (porque no sé de lingüística), sólo puedo decir que me gustaron y que voy a seguir leyendo su bibliografía.
pavram's review against another edition
4.0
Poezija mi nekad zatreba zbog onog "lepog", a Jejts je zaista lep. Ne zalazim preterano iza neke simbolike koju koristi, ne tumačim nešto posebno, već mu samo dozvolim da me odvede (kada nije naročito nacionalno raspoložen, zato je i četvorka) nekuda gde svet nije oštar, gde nije ružan.
4+
4+
blueyorkie's review against another edition
5.0
In contemporary poetry, another author of English expression appears, in the case of Irish origin, which always translated when he began writing in the late nineteenth century. Nothing is taboo; all pros and cons to the taste of pen philosophy in poetry may be the memory of the Druids, the Celts ancestors of all Western Europeans.
The herring fishing that continues to be made in Northern Europe as it always was, maybe the prior John of socks and collar broke, the memory of classical antiquity, the middle ages, the love of freedom, roaming without an individual course. Again the countryside, the forest, the passion, the birds, the woman with the Platonic ideal, the friendship, the memory of the middle east cradle of universal history and which I also learned in the school of my sweet land, of Western civilization.
The herring fishing that continues to be made in Northern Europe as it always was, maybe the prior John of socks and collar broke, the memory of classical antiquity, the middle ages, the love of freedom, roaming without an individual course. Again the countryside, the forest, the passion, the birds, the woman with the Platonic ideal, the friendship, the memory of the middle east cradle of universal history and which I also learned in the school of my sweet land, of Western civilization.
wishanem's review against another edition
4.0
A great selection of poems, mostly concerned with love, death, and/or the beauty of nature. There are a handful that are autobiographical or concerned with historical events (though I think half of those events would've been contemporary at the time the poems were written).
My favorite was "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 waggons
Do, but awake a hope to live
That had gone
With the dragons?
My favorite was "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 waggons
Do, but awake a hope to live
That had gone
With the dragons?
supertatox's review against another edition
5.0
My Favorite:
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue 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.
William Butler Yeats
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue 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.
William Butler Yeats