tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post114254952493367109..comments2023-05-16T04:46:21.091-06:00Comments on ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: Imagine YeatsBrenda Schmidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1142814680150071742006-03-19T18:31:00.000-06:002006-03-19T18:31:00.000-06:00Ok, I'm wandering offtopic a bit here, but I pulle...Ok, I'm wandering offtopic a bit here, but I pulled <A HREF="http://www.amazon.ca/exec/obidos/ASIN/0684839601/qid=1142813858/sr=1-10/ref=sr_1_2_10/702-5464036-5946463" REL="nofollow"><I>The Yeats Reader</I></A> off the shelf just now and was looking through the chronology. The last entry:<BR/><BR/>"1948 Body reinterred at Drumcliff, County Sligo, 17 September"<BR/><BR/><BR/>Reinterred.Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-1142733364269999572006-03-18T19:56:00.000-06:002006-03-18T19:56:00.000-06:00I found a lot to disagree with in that piece about...I found a lot to disagree with in that piece about Yeats. A sentry? A giant system-builder? Well, Yeats was a tall man, I understand... But I will give him this: after finding his niche as a post-Rossetti, high-minded aesthete in the late 19th c., he completely reinvented his poetic identity over the last forty years of his life. That is something rather uncommon in literature. <BR/><BR/> highbrowAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com