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Poem by William Butler Yeats


I HAD this thought a while ago,
'My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land.'
And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;
That every year I have cried, 'At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call';
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live. 

William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats's other poems:
  1. Dream of a Blessed Spirit
  2. The Grey Rock
  3. The Fairy Pendant
  4. The Seven Sages
  5. Consolation

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Edward Thomas Words ("Out of us all")
  • Sylvia Plath Words ("Axes after whose stroke the wood rings")
  • Ella Wilcox Words ("Words are great forces in the realm of life")

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