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The Fascination of what's Difficult
Author: William Butler Yeats
Electronic edition compiled and proof-read by Beatrix Färber, Juliette Maffet
Funded by School of History, University College, Cork
1. First draft.
Extent of text: 511 words
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Text ID Number: E910001-041
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- A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1923/yeats-bibl.html
The edition used in the digital edition
- William Butler Yeats The Fascination of what's Difficult in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 99100
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Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
Date range: before 1916.
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Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-041
The Fascination of what's Difficult: Author: William Butler Yeats
- The fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt
That must, as if it had not holy blood,
Nor on an Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays
That have to be set up in fifty ways,
On the day's war with every knave and dolt,
Theatre business, management of men.
I swear before the dawn comes round again
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.