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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Temat: Ireland


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Ireland's greatest poet, William Butler Yeats, was born in the seaside Dublin suburb of Sandymount in 1865. Yeats was the eldest son of the painter, John Butler Yeats, described as a man "addicted to failure in spite of real artistic talent", and Susan Mary Pollexfen, of a prominent Sligo family. As much by financial necessity as anything else, the Yeats children spent their summers in Sligo in the West of Ireland at the home of their maternal grandmother. For both William and his brother Jack Yeats, a well-known artist, Sligo would remain a spiritual home which they would draw upon for inspiration.

Bored with the dull tasks that school set him, W.B. Yeats was what we may call a backward student, and throughout his schooldays he hovered around the bottom of the class. When fifteen, he began art studies at Erasmus Smith School in Dublin where he studied for three years. It is during this time that Yeats, along with his friend George Russell, developed a keen interest in the occult. It was literature, however, and not painting, that proved to be his ultimate calling. He published his first major collection, Crossways, in 1889 and this was followed by The Rose in 1893. Undoubtedly, his most famous poem from this early period is "The Stolen Child". Here is the opening verse:

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of the reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

In these last four lines alone we can get a sense of the poem's mystical quality, its folkloristic backdrop, its naturalistic setting and, perhaps most of all, its melancholic tone. In keeping with the Decadent era of the late nineteenth century, much of Yeats' early works are melancholic, but they retain a mysterious quality by drawing upon both folklore and legend, of which melancholy was a vibrant ingredient:

Down by the Salley Gardens

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take life easy as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take love easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Yeats was initially dragged into Ireland's nationalist question through his unrequited love for the revolutionary Maud Gonne, and his early work coincided with the nationalist debate which took place in Ireland at the end of the last century. Sharing many similarities with Poland's literary scene, much of the debate centred on the questions of Art and Nationhood. Literature as a tool of nationalist struggle can serve two functions: either as rhetorical propaganda or as the assertion of a nation's identity. Though the matter is a complex one, it is fair to say that Yeats favoured the latter alternative and pursued an art that was independent of propaganda. With such aims in mind, he co-founded with his friend and patron, Lady Augusta Gregory, the Irish Literary Theatre in 1899, which aimed at creating a distinct Irish dramatic literature, promoting in the process the playwright J.M. Synge, who is a comparable figure to Poland's Stanisław Wyspiański. The Irish Literary Theatre was later renamed The Abbey and remains one of Ireland's foremost theatres.

Though his early poetry seems far removed from nationalist struggle, the fact that it drew upon Ireland's myths and legends and incorporated geographical settings represented a poetry that rejuvenated ideas of Ireland's rich culture and heroic past. Despite the political and literary background of Yeats' poetry, his early poems easily break free of political issues and remain just as fresh today as they did when they were first published. Again in the next poem we have a love theme, though here it is spoken of in a domestic context. Whereas it is often said that marriage kills romance, here we see the female protagonist retaining her mystique.

To An Isle in the Water

Shy one, shy one
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart

She carries in the dishes
And lays them in a row
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.

She carries in the candles
And lights the curtained room
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit
Helpful and shy
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.

The career of W.B. Yeats was long and varied, and one in which his poetic power seemed to grow with the passing of each year, although some of his later poems are considerably more challenging than his early works.

Having said this, though, The Last Confession, the final poem written shortly before the poet's death, retains the simple beauty of his early works. Here the female protagonist confesses in a jubilant manner her life's corporeal delights. It's not clear here whether she's confessing to a priest or not, but it is clear that she does not consider a passionate life to have been a life misspent.

A Last Confession

What lively lad had pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a lad
That I loved bodily.

Flinging from his arms I laughed
To think his passion such
He fancied that I gave a soul
But did our bodies touch,
And laughed upon his breast to think
Beast gave beast so much.

I gave what other women gave
That stepped out of their clothes,
But when this soul, its body off,
Naked to naked goes,
He it has found shall find therein
What none other knows,

And give his own and take his own
And rule in his own right;
And though it loved in misery
Close and cling so tight,
There's not a bird of day that dare
Extinguish that delight.

Yeats was a prolific writer and he was writing poetry and revising his works to the very end of his life. The few poems selected here represent but a small aspect of his body of work. One of the most revered writers of his time, Yeats was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923 and continues to fascinate and attract legions of new readers. This is hardly surprising, though. His poems are unsurpassable in their beauty.

Barry Keane

Glossary

prominent – very important (znamienity, szacowny)
(to) draw on/upon – (here:) use (as a source) (posłużyć się)
(to) hover (here:) float in the figurative sense (krążyć; obracać się)
(to) dip (here:) slope downwards, drop down  (opadać)
(to) flap – beat wings up and down (trzepotać)
drowsy – sleepy, dozy (ospały, senny)
vibrant (here:) alive in the sense of being essential and central (żywy, tętniący; istotny)
weir – embankment, dyke, small dam (grobla, tama)
unrequited – not returned (emotionally) i.e. she didn't love him! (nie odwzajemniony)
assertion – declaration, affirmation (potwierdzenie)
(to) rejuvenate – renew, refresh, put new energy into sb or sb; cf. to feel rejuvenated (ożywić)
protagonist (here:) main or central character (tu: bohaterka)
pensively – meditatively, contemplatively and quietly (melancholijnie)
gloom – darkness, the dark, (in the) shadows (mrok)
(to) confess –admit that you have done sth, admit guilt for a crime; (religion:) admit one's sins (wyznać: wyspowiadać się)
corporeal – physical, bodily, sexual (cielesny)
misspent – wasted, misused, squandered (zmarnowany)
prolific – (here:) productive, producing a lot of work (płodny)
revered – highly valued, respected, adored (czczony)
unsurpassable – unequalled, incomparable, matchless (niedościgły; niezrównany)

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