evidence: The poet also suggests that thinking in terms of the ‘I’ alienates us from happiness. Anger and rage weaken us. [...] Hello everyone, I hope you are enjoying the blog so far. Today, I’ve decided it’s time we gave a nod to W.B. Yeats- probably the most famous Irish poet, and arguably the best of the lot. He certainly is prolific- he had a long life, and was intensely engaged with Irish culture from a young age, and pursued his craft with absolute dedication, not only as a poet, but as mentor, playwright, political commentator, and unrequited lover. I feel that Yeats is very like our own Bono – love him, hate him, or ponder on his dubious outbursts of commentary, his craft is truly beautiful – the words are always working to create the loaded textures of Ireland- in image, in language, in nuance, in articulation. In other words, despite being a bit of an oddball, each poem is a wonderland of its own, extremely accessible, evocative of Ireland in a novel way, and his art was tremendously influential for every writer who came after.