Hugh Kenner, A Colder Eye p164:
Writing of Yeats; “Lost in his dream of rural Ireland and Faeries he’d misjudged grey Dublin’s
theatre goers. It was in the vicinity of the theatre now that day by day he
could see what little effect his work was having. The man of print can believe,
as did Pound for decades, in an ideal readership however small or scattered, a
saving remnant to command a might y posterity. The man of the play house knew
differently.”
Is that what saved Yeats
the poet: his daily dose of disappointment? “Willie Yeats” facing the jeers and indifference of The Abbey
audiences, the senator butting
against the realities of a brutal politics, left no room for the man who
dreamed of fairies. Does it go someway to explain the later style and the resolute durability of some of those poems?
As Bunting said, Eliot and Pound made the mistake of
thinking people lived in libraries: it was a mistake the later Yeats never
made.
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