Yeats has always been my favorite Modernist poet, and favorite among the literary mainstreams. ( )

No matter how distant in time, culture, continents, language, age, or madness, poets can capture the light and darkness of strange and unseen things as smoothly as the ordinary,
which can suddenly ring so deeply, all so familiar, yet only in imagination do they rise so freely.

We are all ready to rise and go now...never a cliche to the first or revered reader.

Many poems can be formidable for those without an empowering Classic education or knowledge of Irish History, non? ( )