The last book of verse that Yeats saw through the press was New Poems, the proofs of which he corrected at Mentone in January 1938, for publication at the Cuala Press in April. There is a terrifying quality in this last book. “Conduct and life grow worse and coarsen the soul”, and in this changed world
Now that my ladder’s gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
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© Anne Yeats and Michael B. Yeats 1962