Parnell’s Funeral (Poem by William Butler Yeats)

William Butler Yeats’s Parnell’s Funeral is a powerful political and historical poem that reflects on the legacy of Charles Stewart Parnell, the ...
Parnell’s Funeral

Parnell’s Funeral (1)
By William Butler Yeats


Under the Great Comedian’s tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown
About the sky; where that is clear of cloud
Brightness remains; a brighter star shoots down;
What shudders run through all that animal blood?
What is this sacrifice? Can someone there
Recall the Cretan barb that pierced a star?

Rich foliage that the starlight glittered through,
A frenzied crowd, and where the branches sprang
A beautiful seated boy; a sacred bow;
A woman, and an arrow on a string;
A pierced boy, image of a star laid low.
That woman, the Great Mother imaging,
Cut out his heart. Some master of design
Stamped boy and tree upon Sicilian coin.

An age is the reversal of an age:
When strangers murdered Emmet, Fitzgerald, Tone,
We lived like men that watch a painted stage.
What matter for the scene, the scene once gone:
It had not touched our lives. But popular rage,
Hysterica passio dragged this quarry down.
None shared our guilt; nor did we play a part
Upon a painted stage when we devoured his heart.

Come, fix upon me that accusing eye.
I thirst for accusation. All that was sung.
All that was said in Ireland is a lie
Bred out of the contagion of the throng,
Saving the rhyme rats hear before they die.
Leave nothing but the nothings that belong
To this bare soul, let all men judge that can
Whether it be an animal or a man.

Parnell’s Funeral (2)

The rest I pass, one sentence I unsay.
Had de Valera eaten parnell’s heart
No loose-lipped demagogue had won the day.
No civil rancour torn the land apart.

Had Cosgrave eaten parnell’s heart, the land’s
Imagination had been satisfied,
Or lacking that, government in such hands.
O’Higgins its sole statesman had not died.

Had even O’Duffy — but I name no more — 
Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift’s clark grove he passed, and there
Plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.

Poem Analysis:

William Butler Yeats’s Parnell’s Funeral is a powerful political and historical poem that reflects on the legacy of Charles Stewart Parnell, the Irish nationalist leader whose fall divided Ireland. Written in the aftermath of the Irish Civil War, the poem does more than commemorate Parnell: Yeats uses his death and memory to examine political hatred, collective guilt, violence, and the failure of Irish leadership.

The poem begins with the image of Parnell’s funeral crowd beneath the tomb of the “Great Comedian.” The stormy sky and flashes of brightness create an atmosphere of emotional and political disturbance. Yeats then introduces the mythological image of a beautiful boy being sacrificed by a woman representing the Great Mother. The pierced boy becomes an image of a fallen star, suggesting that Parnell, like a sacrificial figure, was destroyed by forces larger than himself. The myth also transforms Parnell’s political death into something tragic and almost ritualistic.

A central theme of the poem is collective responsibility. Yeats contrasts the earlier generation’s passive attitude toward the deaths of Irish revolutionaries such as Robert Emmet, Lord Edward Fitzgerald, and Wolfe Tone with the intense public reaction to Parnell. Earlier, people could regard political violence as if they were merely watching “a painted stage.” Parnell’s downfall, however, became personal. The phrase “when we devoured his heart” presents Irish political society as metaphorically consuming its own leader. The image suggests that political passion can become destructive and self-consuming.

The fourth section becomes deeply personal. Yeats asks his own generation to “fix upon me that accusing eye” and declares that he thirsts for accusation. He rejects the emotional slogans and collective enthusiasm that, in his view, have distorted Irish history. The contrast between the “throng” and the “bare soul” is important: Yeats seeks individual moral responsibility rather than the comforting excuse of following the crowd. His final question—whether his soul is “an animal or a man”—expresses a profound anxiety about humanity, conscience, and moral choice.

The second part of the poem directly connects Parnell’s fate with the political conflicts of independent Ireland. Yeats imagines different Irish leaders—Éamon de Valera, William T. Cosgrave, and Eoin O’Duffy—symbolically “eating Parnell’s heart.” The repeated image suggests that if political leaders had understood or absorbed Parnell’s legacy, Ireland might have avoided some of its later divisions and violence. Yeats is particularly critical of demagoguery and political rivalry, which he sees as consequences of failing to learn from Parnell’s destruction.

The final reference to Jonathan Swift is significant. Swift, another Irish writer associated with political bitterness and intellectual independence, becomes a model of the solitary thinker. O’Duffy is contrasted with the “crowd,” while Swift’s “solitude” represents a harder, more independent form of wisdom. The ending therefore reinforces Yeats’s preference for individual thought and moral courage over mass political emotion.

Stylistically, Parnell’s Funeral combines political commentary, mythology, symbolism, historical reference, and personal confession. Its imagery of the storm, the sacrificed boy, the pierced star, and the devoured heart gives the political subject a tragic and almost religious dimension. Yeats does not present Parnell simply as a political hero; instead, he presents him as a symbol of Ireland’s recurring tendency to destroy its own leaders and then suffer the consequences.

Parnell’s Funeral is both a memorial to Parnell and an indictment of Irish political culture. Yeats suggests that Ireland’s tragedy lies not merely in the loss of individual leaders but in the passions, divisions, and collective irresponsibility that lead society to destroy what it later recognizes as valuable. The poem ultimately asks a difficult moral question: when political crowds become violent or hysterical, can the individual preserve a human conscience? For Yeats, the answer depends upon solitude, self-examination, and the courage to accept responsibility rather than hide behind the crowd.

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