On Being Asked For A War Poem

I think it better that in times like these
A poet keep his mouth shut, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of meddling who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winters night.

William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet, dramatist, prose writer, and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years he served as an Irish Senator for two terms. Yeats was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and was co-founder of the Abbey Theatre. In 1923, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.

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Be asked to sing of war's unholy crimes?

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On horrid holocausts of human lives?

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But think about old friends the most:
Times bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.

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A Meditation In Time Of War

For one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy'.

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Peace

Ah, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homers age
Bred to be a heros wage.
Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines I said,
Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?
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