English Poetry. William Butler Yeats. A First Confession. Уильям Батлер Йейтс.

William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

A First Confession

I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
Nothing but dissembling,
Nothing but coquetry.

I long for truth, and yet
I cannot stay from that
My better self disowns,
For a man's attention
Brings such satisfaction
To the craving in my bones.

Brightness that I pull back
From the Zodiac,
Why those questioning eyes
That are fixed upon me?
What can they do but shun me
If empty night replies? 

William Butler Yeats’s other poems:

1. In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen
2. Under Ben Bulben
3. To Be Carved on a Stone at Ballylee
4. The Municipal Gallery Revisited
5. Maid Quiet

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