It’s been a rotten week so far, so I thought I would cheer myself up with another hot dead guy.
William Butler Yeats
As I’ve said before, I have a thing for Irish men. I also have a thing for men who wear glasses. If I ever find a photo of a hot Irishman wearing glasses and some sort of military uniform, I’m pretty sure my head will explode.
Yeats was one of the most prolific and versatile poets of his time, and was the first Irish poet to win the Nobel Prize. He was also one of the driving forces behind the Irish Literary Revival at the turn of the 20th century—his poetry helped shape a new national identity and inspired the Irish people to take a greater interest in their heritage and culture. Later in his life Yeats immersed himself in politics, serving for six years as a senator in the newly formed Irish Free State. But he continued his writing throughout his time in office—he created some of his best-known works during this period. He died in 1939 at the age of 73.
It’s too bad he isn’t alive right now, otherwise I’d ask this fine-looking gentleman to be my special guest at our next Weebles Poetry Slam. I’d have the best arm candy of anyone in the room.