William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and dramatist, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years Yeats served as an Irish Senator for two terms. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival, and along with Lady Gregory and Edward Martyn founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years. In 1923 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for what the Nobel Committee described as "inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation." He was the first Irishman so honored. Yeats is generally considered one of the few writers who completed their greatest works after being awarded the Nobel Prize; such works include The Tower (1928) and The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1929).
Yeats was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth, and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult. Those topics feature in the first phase of his work, which lasted roughly until the turn of the century. His earliest volume of verse was published in 1889, and those slow paced and lyrical poems display debts to Edmund Spenser and Percy Bysshe Shelley, as well as to the Pre-Raphaelite poets. From 1900, Yeats' poetry grew more physical and realistic. He largely renounced the transcendental beliefs of his youth, though he remained preoccupied with physical and spiritual masks, as well as with cyclical theories of life. --from Wikipedia
Two and a half stars for Yeats’ masterful pen. However, the approach to human encounter with divinity or epiphany in this> way is highly questionable for me.
Do I, as a literature student, read poems to educate? Not really. I read to enjoy. There was no enjoyment in this one for me. And by enjoyment I don’t mean in a literally way, but any word, line or phrase to provoke my thoughts or feeling, either in a sad or joyous way, I embrace that piece of art. But Yeats my man, you could not make it this way.
An incredibly graphic poem about the rape of Leda by Zeus in the guise of a swan. The myth is bad enough without Yeats going into graphic detail in prose. It, quite frankly, turned my stomach.
Interesting and powerful. A sensual description of a young girl getting caught in the beak by a swan, a fight to death, and a comparison to Agamemnon. A fantastic use of words.
Chaotic and graphic, this sonnet designates an act of rape. Leda is insisted upon by Zeus and can do little nothing but give in. This union gives birth to Helen and the Trojan War as a result. How sexual promiscuity can lead to great historical events was a theme which fascinated Yeats. More than anything, this poem gets one thinking about the womanizing penchant of the All-Father. For all his authority and supremacy as the son of a Titan, a Celestial, Zeus is plagued by character blemishes, which are abnormally human. His notoriety as a womanizer has been amusingly referred to by Homer as well. Perks of being a sky-God.
I think it'd be unfair to share an accurate rating without a clear understanding of the Historical Importance of the relation between this Poetry & the Trojan War. I only chanced upon this when @emmie.reads mentioned studying it for her Finals in one of her Reading Vlogs. All I've understood is, it implies the significance of Leda's (g)rape by Zeus which was quintessential for something revolutionary to kickstart & that's disturbing in itself. However, the writing isn't all that bad...
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i’ve always liked this myth for its darkness and strangeness so idk why i haven’t read this before. yeats connects the rape of leda with the trojan war, the violence of this sexual encounter rippling and magnifying into the violence of war.
This really puts Zeus nail in the coffin for me, the sadness of being the burden of all that trauma and having to create something beautiful out of it 💔