The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume XIII: A Vision: The Original 1925 Version

The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume XIII: A Vision: The Original 1925 Version


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The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume XIII: A Vision: The Original 1925 Version by William Butler Yeats

The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats, Volume XIII: A Vision is part of a fourteen-volume series under the general editorship of eminent Yeats scholar George Bornstein and formerly the late Richard J. Finneran and George Mills Harper. One of the strangest works of literary modernism, A Vision is Yeats's greatest occult work.

Edited by Yeats scholars Catherine E. Paul and Margaret Mills Harper, the volume presents the "system" of philosophy, psychology, history, and the life of the soul that Yeats and his wife George (née Hyde Lees) received and created by means of mediumistic experiments from 1917 through the early 1920s. Yeats obsessively revised the book, and the revised 1937 version is much more widely available than its predecessor. The original 1925 version of A Vision, poetic, unpolished, masked in fiction, and close to the excitement of the automatic writing that the Yeatses believed to be its supernatural origin, is presented here in a scholarly edition for the first time.

The text, minimally corrected to retain the sense of the original, is extensively annotated, with particular attention paid to the relationship between the published book and its complex genetic materials. Indispensable to an understanding of the poet's late work and entrancing on its own merit, A Vision aims to be, all at once, a work of theoretical history, an esoteric philosophy, an aesthetic symbology, a psychological schema, and a sacred book. It is as difficult as it is essential reading for any student of Yeats.

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ISBN-13: 9780684807331
Publisher: Scribner
Publication date: 04/01/2008
Pages: 448
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.44(h) x 1.41(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.

Catherine E. Paul is Associate Professor of English at Clemson University. She is the author of Poetry in the Museums of Modernism: Yeats, Pound, Moore, Stein and of numerous articles relating to modernist studies.

Margaret Mills Harper, a coeditor of Yeat’s “Vision” Papers (volumes 3 and 4), is the author of Wisdom of Two: The Spiritual and Literary Collaboration of George and W.B. Yeats, The Aristocracy of Art in Joyce and Wolfe, and numerous articles on Yeats, Irish literature, and literary modernism. She is Professor of English and Women’s Studies at Georgia State University.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
That was AWESOME! I'm kinda sad that Winterpaw's father died, but this was proably the best chapter of all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Double digits!) Fawnspots and Owlblizzard were never nice to Winterpaw. But their kits, Dappledkit and Ivykit, always loved it when she visited. The sight of them wailing for their dead father was too much. <br> "Fawnspots, perhaps you should take the kits back to the nursery! It's too dagerous for kits!" The queen looked reluctant at first, but nodded and dragged them into the nursery where Lightstorm was fighting off Seedsoil at the entrance. She found Dustpaw again, scratched and bruised with Shadow, Mist, and Rivertail fighting him. His only defense from the attack was Lilypaw, who also looked on her last legs. Winterpaw gathered her little strength to leap and help them, but Crystalsky intercepted. <br> "Go help your father! I'll help them." With that, Winterpaw's mother sprang onto Shadow and clawed him off of Lilypaw while Winterpaw looked for Ripplestar. She finally found him. He was facing off Flamestar, and loosing! She met her father's eyes for a split second. <br> "Flamestar!" Ripplestar yowled. "Kill /her/, not me! She's the whole reason you came here!" Flamestar looked unconvinced as he held an unsheathed paw in the air, ready to strike the cowering Ripplestar. <br> "Please don't! Don't kill my father!" Winterpaw was suprised at the words that came from her mouth. <br> *But I /hate/ him!* she thought angrily. *Nonetheless, he's still my father... and I will love him no matter what!* With a powerful leap, Winterpaw knocked Flamestar off of him. Flamestar just laughed. <br> "Do you really think you can beat me, 'Paw?" He sneered. <br> "Winterpaw! That's enough! Come back here right now!" Oceanheart yowled. "Be lucky I even let you out at all! And now your getting into a fight with the ScorchClan leader!" <br> "But my dad is in trouble! Isn't he on his last life?" Oceanheart ignored her and picked her up by the scruff. <p> Inside the medicine den, the battle calls were still going as Oceanheart tested if her concussion was gone. Winterpaw slouched, steamed that she left all those cats to die. <br> "He's my father," she retorted after a few minutes. "No matter how evil, I care out him. He doesn't deserve to die." <br> "Winterpaw, you don't know if he will die. Someone probably already took your place in defending him." Winterpaw didn't believe him. "Ok," he sighed. "This'll be a bit more reassuring. It's his destiny. Nobody can change that. There's a reason that he has to die. I'm sorry, Winterpaw." <p> The noise of fighting diminished. Dustpaw entered the den, beat-up and bloody. <br> "I'm sorry. He's dead." The apprentice sighed as Oceanheart began to treat his wounds. Wintepaw nodded wordlessly, bowing her head. <br> "Who won, though?" <br> "Nobody. We lost our leader and deputy. They gave up and fled. Does it sound like a victory for anybody to you?" He snapped. Winterpaw flinched. "I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to be harsh. I'm just stressed out." He apologized. <br> "No, don't apologize," Winterpaw whispered. Then she remembered the most important tragedy that happened. "Did Ripplestar say who the new leader would be when he died?" She asked rapidly, almost stumbling over her words. Dustpaw's eyes widened in fear. <br> "No....." -Reflections&#9830