The Travail of Passion

The Travail of Passion by W.B. Yeats

An exploration of the necessity of suffering for the emergence of transcendent beauty and creative vitality. The text presents passion as a divine yet painful force that inhabits mortal existence, binding human frailty with immortal inspiration. Vivid images—angelic thresholds, burning lutes, and floral symbols—portray this fusion of heavenly zeal and earthly torment. The work suggests that the creative spirit must endure harsh trials—symbolized by wounds, thorns, and bitter sacrifices—to give rise to art imbued with a deep, melancholic hope. It posits that true transcendence and authentic creation are forged in the crucible of personal and emotional agony, where pain and passion intermingle. Through its rich and paradoxical imagery, the work asserts that the path to sublime artistic achievement is paved with the hardships inherent in the human condition, making suffering an essential companion to, and catalyst for, the realization of beauty and creative truth.

By W.B. Yeats · First published 1899 · Genre: Symbolist Poetry, Romantic Poetry, Mystical Poetry · 104 words

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When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; / When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; / Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way / Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, / The hyssop-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kidron stream:

We will bend down and loosen our hair over you, / That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew, / Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.

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poetic · symbolic · mystical · romantic · metaphorical · modernist · philosophical · allegorical · introspective · visionary · spiritual · mythical

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