William Butler Yeats
Stephen Street, Sligo, Republic of Ireland
His childhood in Sligo never left the poet William Butler Yeats. When I was…in London, I would remember Sligo with tears. I longed for a sod of earth from some field I knew, something of Sligo to hold in my hand, he wrote in his book Autobiographies. For him, it was the place where the wave of moonlight glosses the dim grey sands with light, and there’s midnight all a glimmer and noon a purple glow.
And now, WB Yeats is himself as much a part of Sligo as the earth he once wished to hold in his hands.