1The singular poet had feet of clay, and it’s foolish to pretend otherwise, but that does not diminish his literary genius
At a recent meeting organised by UCD at Newman House, Senator Susan O’Keeffe, chair of Yeats150, said that during this year of the celebrating of WB Yeats, the poet should also be challenged. Yeats is open to challenge in many areas. So here goes.
Yeats saw himself as a dramatic artist who was not bound by the normal social mores. He demonstrated this in several ways in his long collaboration with Lady Gregory. He claimed authorship of Cathleen Ni Houlihan in 1902 and later, in 1910, betrayed Gregory by allowing unfair criticism from Edmund Gosse to go unchallenged, lest he jeopardise his chance of getting a Civil List pension.
He told his sisters that education was wasted on women as it made them into “loud chatterers.” He refused to ever acknowledge his sister Lolly’s artistic endeavours. She described an encounter between Willie and Maire Ni Shuiblaigh, the Abbey actress, writing: “His manner was sneery & offensive and Maire would discuss nothing. Willie kept on telling her that she was a ‘beginner’ & had much to learn & so on, & at the same time spoke the whole time of Mr Fay & Miss Algood & the others as if they were finished actors & actresses . . . I know what harm he would have done here if he could have baulked us in our work.
“He does not understand practical life. Since he was a small boy he was always too easily led to make a good leader himself & instead of learning to control a naturally disagreeable temper, of late years, he has indulged himself in fits of temper. I have indeed heard Miss Horniman speak of his bad temper as if it were a feather in his cap. Just as stupid people would speak of a child, showing self-will by kicking and screaming for what he wanted”.
Willie was a sectarian snob believing that Catholics were of a lesser breed. When Maud Gonne converted to Catholicism, he protested that it was “a denial of God”, urging her to take up again the solitary, haughty life, which made her seem like one of the Golden Gods. “Do not betray the truth. Is it the priest who will lead the people? No no.” Maud replied, “You hate the Catholic Church with the hate of the Daemon”.
George Russell, who worked closely with Willie on the Abbey, wrote to Lady Gregory: “It is very unfortunate that Yeats should arouse such savage enmities among people who long ago had every inclination to serve him. He would wreck anything he is concerned with by his utter incompetence to understand the feelings of or character of anybody he is dealing with. He has no talent for anything but writing and literature and literary discussions. If I were an autocrat I would give him £20,000 a year, if at the end he had written 200 lines of poetry – if he opened his mind or mouth on business or tried to run any society, I would have him locked up as dangerous to public peace.”
Willie believed in elites. He held that aristocracy was the best form of government and flirted with fascism. Sir Ian Hamilton, a famous soldier and cousin of Lady Gregory wrote of an encounter he had with Hitler: “During my two-hours talk last year with Adolf Hitler, as I listened to his eager, nervy voice running up and down the gamut of the emotional scales – laughter, sorrow, pity – the thought kept on rising the back of my head like a question mark, ‘wherever have I heard someone speak like this – who could it have been?’ Then suddenly, as he spoke of his nightingales, the mirror of memory flashed and there I was, listening to Yeats”.
Of course hatred was a great theme of Yeats’s life and poetry. One of the most notorious expressions of it came in his canonical poem Easter 1916, when he wrote those hateful words [of a loser] about Maud Gonne’s husband Major John MacBride, words more appropriate to Yeats himself. Yeatsian scholars have quoted Maud’s rejection and exegesis of that poem but continue to miss out or ignore the real reason she wrote on November 8, 1916, “No I don’t like your poem, it isn’t worthy of you & above all it isn’t worthy of the subject . . .”
Towards the middle of the letter she gives the real reason for her rejection of this great poem: “As for my husband, he has entered Eternity by the great door of sacrifice which Christ opened & has therefore atoned for all so that in praying for him I can also ask for his prayers & ‘A terrible beauty is born’.”
This was as close as Maud could be expected to come in acknowledging that she had sinned against her husband. Yeatsian scholars feel obliged to continue to follow their icon in condemnation of a brave and noble man, who when the opportunity came to walk away from Jacob’s Factory in 1916, before the surrender took effect, advised those who wished to do so to walk away, telling them, “Liberty is a priceless thing and any one of you that sees the chance, take it. I’d do so myself, but my liberty days are over. Good luck, boys”.
Despite all the above difficulties, WB Yeats is our national poet. Arthur Griffith who knew Yeats as well as any other man wrote in 1900: “Yeats is Irish literature, and Irish belief, and Irish faith, hope and aspiration. In every properly governed and sensible community the people would spend half their time in making, reading and comprehending poetry . . . Mr Yeats sings of what he knows and sings more beautifully than ever an Irish poet sang before”.

Great Stuff.
“Yeats is open to challenge in many areas…”
Patrick Kavanagh’s poem, ‘My Room’ helped challenge many myths prevalent in Ireland. Home for Yeats was a Norman tower while Kavanagh, the post-Independent poet worked in a cramped room, his work, challenging contemporary thought about Irish mythology and cultural fiction. Anglo-Irish poems elevate legend and folklore while Kavanagh’s poems have an a-historical perspective.
The writer states,
“Mr Yeats sings of what he knows and sings more beautifully than ever an Irish poet sang before.”
For Kavanagh,
“The heart of a song singing it, or a poem writing it, is not caring.”
The statement,
“WB Yeats is our national poet,”
remains a matter of opinion.
I love some of Yeats’ poetry. Hover the man himself was a self-opinioned ass.
. While espousing some liberal causes e.g. free speech, he flirted with Fascism, notably writing a poem “Hammer them down!” For the blueshirts. His poetry and writing present no threat to the elite, hence he and Joyce are promoted respectively as Ireland’s national poet and writer whereas Austin Clarke and Mairtín O’Cathain are relegated by the establishment to the tuppeny-halfpenny circle.
‘The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life or of the work’ – Yeats. Says it all. We should be concerned about him as a poet, not as a nice man…
“And then I came to the haggard gate/And I knew as I entered that I had come/Through fields that were part of no earthly estate.” Tarry Flynn
Sceal eile..
Educated by the good Sisters of Mercy and a member of an Amateur Dramatic Society, The Director,The Reverend Cannon Masterson..formerly Classics Professor at St. Mel’s College Longford……WB Yeats,.his politics nor his poetry was ever used or discussed in any or either of those educational/artistic establishments nor on any agenda during my early years.
His dallience with the occult and Madam Blavadsky, and his love life with Maud Gonne, and his conduct during Easter Week…were whispered with a knowing nod and a wink by mature women in the know. Juvenile’s ears protected, but, the whispers cultivated an ”ear to the ground” eager for the salacious gossip.
A book of Yates poetry was on my grandfather’s well stocked book shelf and one day I climbed up and took it down…almost as explosive as My Old Fenian Gun…I read the contents secretly, quite taken with the alliteration and the assonance …that was not too bad, perhaps a visit to the confessional was necessary, but when I was caught reading to a few of my pubescent pals, ”What shall I do for pretty girls when my old bawd is dead” I was severely punished and shamed. The book was confiscated…….I often wondered if the good nuns took it home to read it for them selves.??? May I be forgiven for the thought..!
Were we the only group to have Yeats deleted from the curriculum ?? or was he ever on one back then??
And I am told that Innis Free was actually Innis Murray..??..what else did he change.to suit his purpose ?
Once upon a time in Leitrim…..Ah! God be with the days….
Doris Daly.