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to the human mind any power； that power once achieved； and yet i did not wish to recover the first simplicity。 if i must be but a shepherd building his hut among the ruins of some fallen city； i might take porphyry or shaped marble； if it lay ready to my hand； instead of the baked clay of the first builders。 if chaucers personages had disengaged themselves from chaucers crowd； forgotten their mon goal and shrine； and after sundry magnifications bee； each in his turn； the centre of some elizabethan play； and a few years later split into their elements； and so given birth to romantic poetry； i need not reverse the cinematograph。 i could take those separated elements； all that abstract love and melancholy； and give them a symbolical or mythological coherence。 not chaucers rough？tongued riders； but some procession of the gods！ a pilgrimage no more but perhaps a shrine！ might i not； with health and good luck to aid me； create some new prometheus unbound； patrick or columbcille； oisin or fion； in prometheuss stead； and； instead of caucasus； croagh？patrick or ben bulben？ have not all races had their first unity from a polytheism that marries them to rock and hill？ we had in ireland imaginative stories； which the uneducated classes knew and even sang； and might we not make those stories current among the educated classes； re？discovering for the works sake what i have called the applied arts of literature； the association of literature； that is； with music； speech and dance； and at last； it might be； so deepen the political passion of the nation that all； artist and poet； craftsman and day labourer would accept a mon design？ perhaps even these images； once created and associated with river and mountain； might move of themselves； and with some powerful even turbulent life； like those painted horses that trampled the rice fields of japan。
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Four YearsXXII
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i used to tell the few friends to whom i could speak these secret thoughts that i would make the attempt in ireland but fail； for our civilisation； its elements multiplying by divisions like certain low forms of life； was all powerful； but in reality i had the wildest hopes。 to？day i add to that first conviction； to that first desire for unity； this other conviction； long a mere opinion vaguely or intermittently apprehended： nations； races and individual men are unified by an image； or bundle of related images； symbolical or evocative of the state of mind； which is of all states of mind not impossible； the most difficult to that man； race or nation； because only the greatest obstacle that can be contemplated without despair rouses the will to full intensity。 a powerful class by terror； rhetoric； and organised sentimentality； may drive their people to war； but the day draws near when they cannot keep them there； and how shall they face the pure nations of the east when the day es to do it with but equal arms？ i had seen ireland in my own time turn from the bragging rhetoric and gregarious humour of oconnells generation and school； and offer herself to the solitary and proud parnell as to her anti？self； buskin following hard on sock； and i had begun to hope； or to half？hope； that we might be the first in europe to seek unity as deliberately as it had been sought by theologian； poet； sculptor； architect from the eleventh to the thirteenth century。 doubtless we must seek it differently； no longer considering it convenient to epitomise all human knowledge； but find it we well might； could we first find philosophy and a little passion。
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Four YearsXXIII
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it was the death of parnell that convinced me that the moment had e for work in ireland； for i knew that for a time the imagination of young men would turn from politics。 there was a little irish patriotic society of young people； clerks； shop？boys； shop？girls； and the like； called the southwark irish literary society。 it had ceased to meet because each member of the mittee had lectured so many times that the girls got the giggles whenever he stood up。 i invited the mittee to my fathers house at bedford park and there proposed a new organisation。 after a few months spent in founding； with the help of t。 w。 rolleston； who came to that first meeting and had a knowledge of mittee work i lacked； the irish literary society； which soon included every london irish author and journalist； i went to dublin and founded there a similar society。
w。 b。 yeats。
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