Today’s guest poet: 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.”
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January 4, 2013 at 12:35 pm
cecilia
O sea-starved, hungry sea.. perfect.. c
January 6, 2013 at 4:42 pm
yuppidu
I envy you a little bit … sorry! 😉
January 6, 2013 at 10:15 pm
Seasweetie
Why, yuppi?