Autobiographies consists of six autobiographical works that William Butler Yeats published together in the mid-1930s to form a single, extraordinary memoir of the first fifty-eight years of his life, from his earliest memories of childhood to winning the Nobel Prize for Literature. This volume provides a vivid series of personal accounts of a wide range of figures, and it describes Yeats's work as poet and playwright, as a founder of Dublin's famed Abbey Theatre, his involvement with Irish nationalism, and his fascination with occultism and visions. This book is most compelling as Yeats's own account of the growth of his poetic imagination. Yeats thought that a poet leads a life of allegory, and that his works are comments upon it. Autobiographies enacts his ruling belief in the connections and coherence between the life that he led and the works that he wrote. It is a vision of personal history as art, and so it is the one truly essential companion to his poems and plays.
Edited by William H. O'Donnell and Douglas N. Archibald, this volume is available for the first time with invaluable explanatory notes and includes previously unpublished passages from candidly explicit first drafts.
|Series:||Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Series|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.43(h) x 1.40(d)|
About the Author
William Butler Yeats is generally considered to be Ireland’s greatest poet, living or dead, and one of the most important literary figures of the twentieth century. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1923.
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Winterpaw pelted back to camp, angry at Foxpaw and Dustpaw. Her mind was also swirling about who the new leader would be, and how Dustpaw and Harepaw's warrior ceremony was suppose to be today. <br> *I wonder what Hazelpaw's warrior name is?* she thought, until an unfamiliar scent stopped her in her tracks. It was neither WaterClan nor ScorchClan. Curious, Winterpaw padded into camp. Ripplestar and Owlblizzard's bodies were already buried; but WaterClan wasn't greiving. They were crowded around something, arguing and throwing hostile glares. <br> *Fighting about who should be leader? Foolish!* At the same time Winterpaw was a bit offended. <br> *And literally the minute after my father was buried...* She pushed and shoved her way into the crowd to see what was going on. There was that strange scent again... nothing Jaysong had ever taught her about. A blue-gray rogue with stone-gray eyes sat calmly in the middle of the mob. <br> "We shouldn't let him join!" A cat called out. <br> "Give him a chance! He said he can help us after this dark time of battle." <br> "Maybe he's planning to become leader! Sorry, pal, you can't just wander into our camp after seing our leader and deputy die and ask to join so you can become the leader! We don't need your help." Still, the blue rogue said nothing. He simply waited for the commotion to die down. <br> "I do not plan to become leader, what a silly thing to say. After witnessing that battle, I realized that the safest option would be to join a group, not stay solitary. What will happen when I grow old, or injure myself? Of if I got caught by an enemie patrol? I just wish to join you as a warrior. Please." The rogue said in a deep voice. Fawnspots and Crystalsky stepped forward. <br> "Crystalsky was mate to Ripplestar, and I to Owlblizzard. We should have the most authority. I say we give him a chance," Fawnspots declared, her eyes shining toward the rogue. Yowls of protest from the Clan rose, but were quieted by Crystalsky. <br> "I agree. If he shows any sign of disloyalty, he's out. If that fair enough to everyone?" WaterClan let out small murmurs of reluctant agreement. "What's your name?" <br> "Stone," he replied evenly. <br> "Well, welcome to WaterClan, Stone," Fawnspots purred. At the same moment, Oceanheart raced throught the camp entrance, a look of urgency in his eyes. He took no notice to Stone and talked fast. <br> "I went to the Silverpool to *gasp* see what StarClan had to say about leadership," he had to pause, panting for air. <br> "Continue," Crystalsky urged. <br> "StarClan sent me nothing. My dream was blank. A black abyss of nothing." -Reflections♦