William Butler Yeats
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
- An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
- Sailing to Byzantium
- Navegando a Bizancio (Yeats rendido por Juan Carlos Villavicencio)
- Among School Children
- Variations on a Theme by Ronsard
- Leda and the Swan
- The Second Coming
- The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
- The Song of Wandering Aengus
- Four Poems by Yeats in His Own Reading
(A Life in Books)
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