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"William Butler Yeats (/jeɪts/ YAYTS; 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet, dramatist, writer and literary critic who was one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. He was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and, along with John Millington Synge and Lady Gregory, founded the Abbey Theatre, serving as its chief during its early years. He was awarded the 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature and later served two terms as a Senator of the Irish Free State."

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At Algeciras -- A Meditation upon Death
William Butler Yeats

“The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden trees
Till the dawn break upon those mingled seas.

Often at evening when a boy
Would I carry to a friend -
Hoping more substantial joy
Did an older mind commend -
Not such as are in Newton's metaphor,
But actual shells of Rosses' level shore.

Greater glory in the Sun,
An evening chill upon the air,
Bid imagination run
Much on the Great Questioner;
What He can question, what if questioned I
Can with a fitting confidence reply”

Algeciras, 1929

In November 1927, an aging W.B. Yeats travelled to Algeciras, Spain, alongside his wife George Yeats and their friend Jean Hall. At this point in his life, Yeats was 62 years old and severely ill, suffering from a breakdown in health that brought him remarkably close to dying. [1] (catalogue.nli.ie), [2] (thestoneandthestar.blogspot.com)Seeking a warmer climate to convalesce, he stayed at the famous Hotel Reina Cristina. From the hotel’s lush Spanish gardens, Yeats could look out across the narrow Straits of Gibraltar toward the coast of Morocco. This stark geographic boundary—where only a narrow slip of water separates two entirely different continents—became a powerful spatial metaphor for the fragile boundary between life and death

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