Volume 26, Number 8 · May 17, 1979
At the Yeatses
By Richard Ellmann
A book of mine, Yeats: The Man and the Masks, was completed in 1947, eight years after the poet's death, a time when many of his friends were alive, and above all, his wife. George Yeats has since died, on August 23, 1968, and it seems an appropriate moment to think back on that distinguished woman. When I came to know her, she had been sorting and arranging Yeats's books and papers, 'a hen picking up scraps,' as she said.
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