“I would there was nothing but my beloved
That night and day had perished
And all that is and that is to be
All that is not the meeting of our lips.” – The Shadowy Waters
Romance as it should be from one of my favorite poets: Butler Yeats. This Irish genius, together with James Joyce, made modern Irish poetry possible. Yeats was a playwright, poet, critic, editor, literary journalist, theatre director, public speaker, promoter of Celtic tradition and –as if that list was not enough- mythologist.
Born in Dublin in 1865 into an artistic family, he soon developed an obsession
for magic, the occult, & the supernatural. This obsession marked his writings ever after. He engaged in political activism later on, and contributed significantly to the preservation of the Celtic literary identity.
Here are some of my favorite verses by Yeats:
“A mermaid found a swimming lad
Picked him for her own
Pressed her body to his body
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.” – The Mermaid