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To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come. W. B. Yeats, “Sailing to Byzantium” from The Poems of W. B. Yeats: A New Edition, edited by Richard J. Finneran.
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" Sailing to Byzantium " is a poem by William Butler Yeats, first published in the 1927 reprint of Stories of Red Hanrahan and the Secret Rose, [1] and then in the 1928 collection The Tower. It comprises four stanzas in ottava rima, each made up of eight lines of iambic pentameter.
“Sailing to Byzantium,” by the Irish poet W.B. Yeats (1865-1939), reflects on the difficulty of keeping one’s soul alive in a fragile, failing human body. The speaker, an old man, leaves behind the country of the young for a visionary quest to Byzantium, the ancient city that was a major seat of early Christianity.
Summary. ‘Sailing to Byzantium’ by W.B. Yeats tells the story of a man who is traveling to a new country, Byzantium, a spiritual resort to him. Byzantium was an ancient Greek colony later named Constantinople, which is situated where Istanbul, Turkey, now stands.
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And therefore I have sailed the seas and come. To the holy city of Byzantium. O sages standing in God’s holy fire. As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire. And fastened to a dying animal.
Sailing to Byzantium, poem by William Butler Yeats, published in his collection October Blast in 1927 and considered one of his masterpieces. For Yeats, ancient Byzantium was the purest embodiment of transfiguration into the timelessness of art. Written when Yeats was in his 60s, the poem.
Sailing to Byzantium Lyrics. That is no country for old men. The young. In one another's arms, birds in the trees. — Those dying generations — at their song, The salmon-falls, the...
