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William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)


A First Confession


I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
Nothing but dissembling,
Nothing but coquetry.

I long for truth, and yet
I cannot stay from that
My better self disowns,
For a man's attention
Brings such satisfaction
To the craving in my bones.

Brightness that I pull back
From the Zodiac,
Why those questioning eyes
That are fixed upon me?
What can they do but shun me
If empty night replies? 



William Butler Yeats's other poems:
  1. Beautiful Lofty Things
  2. Paudeen
  3. Love's Loneliness
  4. The Municipal Gallery Revisited
  5. In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen


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