<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fisherman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ALTHOUGH I can see him still.<br>The freckled man who goes<br>To a grey place on a hill<br>In grey Connemara clothes<br>At dawn to cast his flies,<br>It's long since I began<br>To call up to the eyes<br>This wise and simple man.<br>All day I'd looked in the face<br>What I had hoped 'twould be<br>To write for my own race<br>And the reality;<br>The living men that I hate,<br>The dead man that I loved,<br>The craven man in his seat,<br>The insolent unreproved,<br>And no knave brought to book<br>Who has won a drunken cheer,<br>The witty man and his joke<br>Aimed at the commonest ear,<br>The clever man who cries<br>The catch-cries of the clown,<br>The beating down of the wise<br>And great Art beaten down.<br>Maybe a twelvemonth since<br>Suddenly I began,<br>In scorn of this audience,<br>Imagining a man,<br>And his sun-freckled face,<br>And grey Connemara cloth,<br>Climbing up to a place<br>Where stone is dark under froth,<br>And the down-turn of his wrist<br>When the flies drop in the stream;<br>A man who does not exist,<br>A man who is but a dream;<br>And cried, 'Before I am old<br>I shall have written him one<br>poem maybe as cold<br>And passionate as the dawn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537213" data-title="The Fisherman de William Butler Yeats" data-description="ALTHOUGH I can see him still. The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies, It's long since I began To call up to the eyes This wise and simple man. All day I'd looked in the face What I h..."></div> </div> </div>

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