Beyond literary borders, what we owe to Irish poet W.B. Yeats


But Yeats is now as much a part of Ireland as Oisin and the Children of Lir and Cu Chulainn. And we’re richer for it, because the borders that partition our island could never partition his verse or his legacy.

In that way we’re still learning to become his contemporaries. And it’s long since time that all of our scholars learned to accept him with the courtesy and welcome that those Connemara peasants once did.