Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Sea

W.B. Yeats

A Crazed Girl

“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.

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”
W B Yeats




1 comment:

  1. its such a pleasure to come to your blog and admire that sea, that beautiful blue sea in all its wholesome greatness. I'm a water sign. I guess you knew that! :-) Many thanks

    Greetings from London.