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of Yeats. BY , Yeats had written some of his most brilliant short poems: a number of longer lyrics written for Maud Gonne between un autre temps , mais surtout comment, d'autre qu'il 6tait, il est devenu lui-meme," Poetique, p. In fact, much of Yeats' work centers on the unrequited and tumultuous aspects of his relationship with Maud Gonne. Throughout the years, he. Maud Gonne MacBride was an English-born Irish revolutionary, suffragette and actress. She refused many marriage proposals from Yeats, not only because he was unwilling to convert to Catholicism and because she viewed him as Yeats proposed to Iseult Gonne once again in , and she considered the proposal.
In she briefly joined the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawna magical organisation with which Yeats had involved himself. Her purpose was to conceive a baby with the same father, to whom the soul of Georges would transmigrate in metempsychosis.
At age 23, Iseult was proposed to by thenyear-old William Butler Yeats, and she had a brief affair with Ezra Pound. During the s Gonne travelled extensively throughout England, WalesScotland and the United States campaigning for the nationalist cause, forming an organization called the "Irish League" L'association irlandaise in Gonne, in opposition to the attempts of the British to gain the loyalty of the young Irish during the early s, was known to hold special receptions for children.
They decided to "combat in every way English influence doing so much injury to the artistic taste and refinement of the Irish people. She portrayed Cathleen, the "old woman of Ireland", who mourns for her four provinces, lost to the English colonizers. She was already spending much of her time in Paris.
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She refused many marriage proposals from Yeats, not only because he was unwilling to convert to Catholicism and because she viewed him as insufficiently radical in his nationalismbut also because she believed his unrequited love for her had been a boon for his poetry and that the world should thank her for never having accepted his proposals.
Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry. The world should thank me for not marrying you. Afterwards Gonne and her husband agreed to end their marriage. She demanded sole custody of their son, but MacBride refused, and a divorce case began in Paris on 28 February A divorce was not granted, and MacBride was given the right to visit his son twice weekly.
After the marriage ended, Gonne made allegations of domestic violence and, according to W. Yeats, of sexual molestation of Iseult, her daughter from a previous relationship, then aged eleven.
Neither the divorce papers submitted by Gonne nor Iseult's own writings mention any such incident, which is unsurprising, given the reticence of the times around such matters, but Francis Stuart, Iseult's later husband, attests to Iseult telling him about it. Anthony MacBride, John's brother.
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Though Maud omitted it from court proceedings, the MacBride side raised it in court to have John's name cleared. As Maud wrote to Yeats, MacBride succeeded in this. Nevertheless, Yeats and some of his biographers still insisted on traducing John MacBride, insisting that Iseult was a victim. Some of them have gone so far as to omit entirely the fact that MacBride raised the matter in Court and was cleared by the Court of this allegation.
He had known her since she was four, and often referred to her as his darling child and took a paternal interest in her writings. Many Dubliners wrongly suspected that Yeats was her father. Gonne raised the boy in Paris. After MacBride's death Gonne felt that she could safely return to live permanently in Ireland. The three travelled back together to London, from France, where Iseult finally turned him down, because he was not really in love with her and it would upset her mother too much.
Inshe established L'Irlande libre, a French newspaper. She wanted Cumann na mBan to be considered seriously: She worked with the Irish White Cross for the relief of victims of violence. Gonne MacBride moved in upper-class circles. Yeats also spent his time creating the Abbey Theatre and nurturing other young Irish writers, encouraging them to dig into their Irish-ness he encouraged young playwright John Millington Synge: Give up Paris, you will never create anything by reading Racine, and Arthur Symons will always be a better critic of French literature.
Go to the Arran Islands. Live there as if you were one of the people themselves; express a life that has never found expression. This was revelatory at the time. The Irish were seen as nothing: Cultural insecurity was almost total, and Yeats set out to overturn that. Yeats fell in love with Gonne from the moment he met her.
They attempted to meet up in their dreams. They would check in afterwards via letter: He loved her all the days of his life. They probably did consummate their relationship, at least once, but she — perhaps smartly — refused to enter into a domestic situation with him. He, torn up by this, poured all his torment and love into his writing, and we are all the richer for it. We have her refusal of him to thank for all of those beautiful poems.
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To quote one of my great acting teachers Doug Moston: You take your pain — and you make it sublime. The Gonne-Yeats Letters The only mark against it is unavoidable: So the correspondence, as it stands, is mostly just her side of it. A couple of his letters to her survive, but not many.
It is a great loss. Her tone is all over the place, fired up, contemplative, bossy as hell. They were not polite with one another. Maud told him exactly what she thought, no holds barred. She could not let it go.William Butler Yeats - No Second Troy - Poetry Lecture and Analysis by Dr. Andrew Barker
Willie, who cares about that silly theatre. Do more important work. History has proven her wrong. This dynamic was a two-way street. He was not shy in telling her what he thought of her behavior. He was brutal about her decision to get baptized into the Catholic Church.
This dismayed and horrified him. Theirs is a fascinating philosophical divide, and although we only have her side of the argument, his can be guessed at from her responses.
Their letters show true intimacy and a relationship of equal standing. Only really good friends can talk to one another in these tones of rough raw truth. I, myself, would have said to her multiple times: They have agreed to disagree about politics, and once they agree to disagree there is nothing more to talk about, really.
Seamus Heaney wrote about their mystical connection: The passion she inspired — and as readers we experience it more as creative power than erotic need — made her a figure of primary poetic radiance, a Dublin Beatrice, an archetype as much as a daily presence.
These two people delight the bystanders more than the pictures. Everyone stops looking at canvas and manoeuvres himself or herself into a position to watch these two. They are almost of equal height. Yeats has a dark, romantic cloak about him; Maud Gonne has a dress that changes colour as she moves. They pay no attention to the stir they are creating; they stand there discussing the picture.
I catch sight of them again in the reading room of the National Library. They have a pile of books between them and are consulting the books and each other. No one else is consulting a book. Everyone is conscious of those two as the denizens of a woodland lake might be conscious of a flamingo, or of a Japanese heron, if it suddenly descended among them. Later, in the narrow curve of Grafton Street, I notice people are stopping and turning their heads.
It is Maud Gonne and the poet. She has a radiance as of sunlight.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. If Gonne had married Yeats, would he have written all of those poems? If he had ready access to her over the breakfast table, in the marriage bed … would she have been elevated to such a height in his consciousness?
Gonne sensed this herself. After one of his many proposals, she wrote to him: You would not be happy with me… You make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness and you are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry.