When a tradition gathers enough strength to go on for centuries, you don't just turn it off one day.
When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.
But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.
I think an artist, in my definition of that word, would not be someone who takes sides with the emperor against his powerless subjects. That's different from prescribing a way in which a writer should write.
Ben E. King