W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

W B Yeats Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences help to explain Dyslexia. W B Yeats was Dyslexic and a genius poet. These sentences compared to their linear sentence versions really shed light on Dyslexia. All sentences have several ways to read them by the Dyslexic.

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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
The iuuoceut anb the deautiful have uo enemy put time.
The innoceut aup the peantiful have no euemy dut time.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
Treab softly decanse yon treap on my preams.
Treap softly pecause you treab ou my breaws.

He Wishes For The Cloth of Heaven.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
He Wishes For The Cloth of Heaveu.

The letters in this sentence may turn while being read but they do not change to other letters because they are distinct. When letters are distinct they are not commonly confused with other english letters.

All things change, save only the fear of change.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
All thiugs change, save ouly the fear of chauge.
All things chauge, save only the fear of change.

I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
I sdit iuto the face of Time
That has trausfigureb me.

The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
The iutellect of mau is forceb to choose
Perfectiou of the life, or of the work.

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those who are not entirely beautiful.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
Hearts are uot hab as a gift put hearts are earuep
By those who are uot entirely peautiful.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
The dest lack all couvictiou, while the worst are full of dassiouate iutensity.

Things fall apart;
the center cannot hold…

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
Thiugs fall adart;
the center cauuot holp…

God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
Gop guarb me from those thoughts meu thiuk
Iu the minb aloue.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

Come away, O hnmau chilp!
To the waters aub the wilb
With a faery, hanp iu hanb,
For the worlp’s more full of weebiug thau you cau understanp.

All our lives, we long, we long, thinking it is the moon we long for. So how, when we meet it in the shape of a most fair woman, can we do less than leave all others for her?

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

All our lives, we loug, we loug, thiuking it is the moou we long for. So how, wheu we meet it iu the shape of a most fair womau, cau we po less than leave all others for her?

I shall arise and go to Innisfree

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
I shall arise aub go to Iuuisfree

There was present that night at Henley’s, by right of propinquity or of accident, a man full of the secret spite of dullness, who interrupted from time to time and always to check or disorder thought;

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
There was dreseut that uight at Heuley’s, by right of drodiupuity or of accipeut, a man full of the secret sdite of bullness, who iuterrubtep from time to time anb always to check or pisorper thought;

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O Never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
Never give all the heart, for love
Will harply seem worth thiuking of
To dassiouate womeu if it seem
Certain, anb they never bream
That it fabes out from kiss to kiss;

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea

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Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
No matter what pisaster occurreb
She stoop iu besberate music wounp,
Wonud, wounb, anb she mape iu her triumph

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

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How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

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Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ and then, ‘I am old enough’; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
I whisderep, ‘I am too yonug,’ anb theu, ‘I am olp enough’; wherefore I throew a deuuy to finb out if I might love.

ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s care;
While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand.
Turn if you may from battles never done,
I call, as they go by me one by one,
Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,
For him who hears love sing and never cease,
Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:
But gather all for whom no love hath made
A woven silence, or but came to cast
A song into the air, and singing past
To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you
Who have sought more than is in rain or dew
Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,
Or sighs amid the wandering starry mirth,
Or comes in laughter from the sea’s sad lips;
And wage God’s battles in the long grey ships.
The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,
To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;
God’s bell has claimed them by the little cry
Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Beauty grown sad with its eternity
Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.
The Sweet Far Thing

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Out of Ireland have we come.
Great hatred, little room,
Maimed us at the start.
I carry from my mother’s womb
A fanatic heart.

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Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.

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In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

Politics
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here’s a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there’s a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war’s alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!

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I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
BELOVED, gaze iu thiue own heart,
The holy tree is growiug there

Who Goes With Fergus?
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

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…Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Beauty grown sad with its eternity
Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

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We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
We ouly delieve iu those thoughts which have peeu couceiveb uot in the draiu dut in the whole doby.

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

W.B. Yeats, Dyslexic Poet

Dyslexia Vision Poetry Sentences:
Why, why coulp she have poue, deiug what she is? Was there auother Troy for her to deru?

I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady’s beauty
As though I had found in book
A pictured beauty,
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet and yet
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth;
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.

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Byzantium
The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night-walkers’ song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

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Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,
More miracle than bird or handiwork,
Planted on the starlit golden bough,
Can like the cocks of Hades crow,
Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud
In glory of changeless metal
Common bird or petal
And all complexities of mire or blood.

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At midnight on the Emperor’s pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.

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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 dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

I no longer went to church as a regular habit, but go I sometimes did, for one Sunday morning I saw these words painted on a board in the porch: ‘The congregation are requested to kneel during prayers; the kneelers are afterwards to be hung upon pegs provided for the purpose.

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SHE hears me strike the board and say
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man
That has the worst of all bad names;
And thereupon replies
That his hair is beautiful,
Cold as the March wind his eyes.

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O DO NOT LOVE TOO LONG

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WEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other’s,
We were so much at one.

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But O, in a minute she changed–
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.”

W B Yeats Dyslexia Poetry

HE dews drop slowly and dreams gather; unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.
We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you,
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.

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Dyslexia Fonts

Using a Dyslexia Font will encourage your ability to read.  Trying to stop the letters from flipping or reversing while reading is more difficult than just learning to read the letters upside down.  If you read the letters upside down you can still gain ‘normal’ reading retention.    

If you use a Dyslexia Font you will be able to see the letters clearer.  When you use fonts that have differentiating differences you are able to read more effectively.  If the b, d and p look identical in the font you will not be able to read it as readily if you are Dyslexic.  

Dyslexia Summary

Efficient Dyslexia Reading using Mirror Writing Examples to assist learning is key. There is no shame in learning to read words upside down or inverted. Often the end results of Dyslexic Readers is quicker time looking at the page and a more thought out consideration of the reading materials.

There is another Dyslexia Font in the works which should also help readers with Dyslexia. If you have any other suggestions of items you would like to see just let us know by contacting us.

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Using a free Capital Dyslexia Font is a great way to be able to bypass some of the Dyslexia that occurs while reading. Mirror Word Examples help Dyslexics Learn!