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I learnt about W.B. Yeats when I was collecting information about Tagore. I was impressed by Yeats' love for poetry, no matter who the creator of a good poem was. I learnt that he found Tagore's works in a London train, ardently and passionately searched for Tagore and a step above, nominated that piece of work for Nobel prize.
Today I thought of reading some of Yeats' own poetry. The one that I came across in poetseers.org was "An Irish man foresees his death"
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
Then why this man is fighting? What for? Yeats pictures this beautifully. The entire poem can be read at
http://www.poetseers.org/nobel_prize_for_literature/william_b_yeats/library/death
Thanks to Yeats for his poem and for who he was , poetseers.org for the online version of the poem and to Wikipedia for the image.
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