William Butler Yeats is widely regarded as one of the greatest modern poets. He's also my favorite poet (and we happen to share a birthday!). When I spent a semester studying in Ireland fifteen years ago I made a special trip to visit his grave located just outside of Sligo. It's well worth a visit, even if you couldn't care less about Yeats, because the scenery there is stunning. But now I find out that Yeats may not occupy that grave. Instead, it may be a random Englishman named Alfred Hollis who's buried there. According to
this article on Eircom.net it's very likely that a mix-up occurred when Yeats' remains were moved from France to Ireland in 1948. So now I have to make a completely different trip to France if I want to say that I've been to Yeats' grave. Though unfortunately, even if I do make it to his
real grave, I'm sure that I still won't have any clue what Yeats meant by his epitaph:
"Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by."
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I am an American graduate student completing my MA at Trinity College Dublin.
WB Yeats is also one of my favorite poets and has remained so since I first began writing poetry at the age of fifteen. I was quite fortunate to have attended a Yeats Seminar with an excellent scholar named Prof. Fred Grab when I was an undergraduate at Bard College. I also studied Yeats at University College Dublin for my first MA.
Yeats epitaph is simply admonishing the horseman to continue on his journey. Traditionally travelers would stop at gravesites and reflect on tombstone epitaphs to remind them of their own mortality and the importance of life. Yeats is saying don't waste your time by stopping because life is to be lived in the moment and one should cast a cold eye on it as well as death, etc.
Hope this helps.
Erik Vatne
Is he referring to one of the horsemen of the apocalypse? Or just any old horseman?
And if he says 'Cast a cold eye on life', how does that mean to live in the moment? It sounds to me like he may be saying to be skeptical of life and death (cast a cold eye on them), because they're just an illusion. Of no ultimate value.
Is it incomprehensibility?
Here's another of his poems, seems timeless and quite clear.
THE SECOND COMING
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of i{Spiritus Mundi}
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
As for the horseman, i read a review from the book " Yeats' Epitaph
A Key to Symbolic Unity in His Life and Work
by James Lovic Allen" - strongly suggesting horseman as a symbol of the body-soul couple.
Excuse my poor english, see ya! :D
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Yeats lived long and hard. Not physically, but hard emotionally and intellectually. He watched his fast friends turn shrill during the Irish Revolution and cause harm by their zealotry. He would have had the same critici.losms of the 60s.
He came to look on life as requiring more equanimity and judgment than just following the hard passions that can seize
you in youth.
His epitaph looks not for passion but for constancy with perhaps a touch of cynicism.
cast a cold eye on it and even on death too.
and then let the horseman travel on to more important destinations, where the cast of a cold eye will surely not be enough.
life is part of a longer journey; you and your will, your fate, your believe are the 'horseman'. they tell him/ should guide you to your final goal.
yeats might have been unasure where the journey will end.
therefore he just tells the horseman to pass by.
life and death as an episode, the final destination point unsure ?
(not for me, i hope for the mercy of an almighty god and a kind of paradise after life and death.)
gods mercy for a bloody german