From the first they were conspicuously, confessedly musical: “bird songs of an old man,” as his early inspiration had promised. Taking firm root in the winter of 1928–9, they sprung up in spring, in quick unaccustomed succession, and were carefully tended and added to over the next two years. This piece tells the story of the poems that transpired. Deter- minedly “resigning from everything he can resign from,” the space and energy he wrested from public affairs would be filled with work, rest, and new poetry. Recovering from fever in February 1928, William Butler Yeats deter- mined to spend his remaining winters where he had sailed the seas and come: Rapallo, a small town on the Ligurian shoreline of Italy.
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