Wednesday, August 19, 2009

A Crazed Girl

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.'

William Butler Yeats

Kristi wrote me a letter ages ago, and she put this poem on the front of the envelope. I've loved it a lot since then, and stumbled upon it again today. I think I'll use it as the poem I have to memorize for my poetry class.

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