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does anybody know the type of poem it is?

Once again his blood-dimmed tide is loosed.

Mr Yeats was sad.Brilliantly expressed.

I love this, what a nice poem.

All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, love this :)

......so beautiful and speaks of real love★

in ITALIAN: ~*~ Tutte le parole che pronuncio, tutte le parole che scrivo, devono aprire instancabili le ali, e non fermarsi mai nel loro volo, fino a raggiungere il tuo triste, triste cuore, e cantare per te nella notte, oltre il luogo ove muovono le acque, oscure di tempesta o lucenti di stelle. William Butler Yeats, Dove vanno i miei libri (1892) ~*~

''... it is William Butler Yeats’ declaration of the personal drive that leads him to literary inspiration. A mere eight lines long, the poem widely differs from many of his other poems− it is short, it is void of complex references, and is distinctly removed from layered diction usually prevalent in Yeats’ poetry. It is his literary impetus, the gist of his creative motivation. The poem is a statement of purpose, the revelation of his personal and profession mission. ... '' [from an analysis by Matthew Adams ]

I've been reading Yeats for 30 years, but can't remember reading this. Beautiful.