Discharges of pure self-possessed energy, poems from which the accidental circumstances have been excluded so that all that remains is the melody and stamina of resurgent spirit: 'The Cold Heaven', 'Byzantium', 'The Long-legged Fly'
It's a very well written article. and of course I love Yeats.
We do not encounter in such work any image of life's surfaces as we know them in our world of consumer capitalism, but its sufficiency and recalcitrance encourage us to be more resolutely and abundantly alive, whatever the conditions
Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood,
Spirit after Spirit! The smithies break the flood.
The golden smithies of the Emperor!
Marbles of the dancing floor
Break bitter furies of complexity,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget,
that gong-tormented sea.
(The Teenagers are still here - now watching Howl's Moving Castle)