The Magi

By William Butler Yeats (1916)

Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.


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(Source poets.about.com, Wikipedia.org)

William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and playwright, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. Yeats is generally considered one of the few writers who completed their greatest works after being awarded the Nobel Prize (1923); such works include The Tower (1928) and The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1929).

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2 Responses to The Magi

  1. Ratih says:

    great poem’s from Yeats! no doubt!

  2. Ron says:

    Yeats always!

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