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.’

  • 0
  • 0
  •  
  •  
Login to comment...

Liked or faved by...

Email

Other works by W. B. Yeats...

Some poets who follow W. B. Yeats...

R. L. McCallum Enrique Corro Kevin Vicent Omphile Mbakile Jaykumar Buddhdev Aldair Acevedo