Oops, I missed this post at first 'cuz I went straight for your hurricane poem, which is right on.
I've done a bit of reading on Yeats and have a well worn collection of his poems. His unrequited love for the beautiful Maud Gonne was legendary. I visited the (round) Yeats tower in the west of Ireland when I was there. Strange place to live, you have to love the damp...
Not to worry, just a couple of comments regarding Yeats.
I could not stand the damp, my body is racked with arthritis as it is.