William Butler Yeats (1865-1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
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Poems by William Butler Yeats : 4 / 404
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
Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Read poems about / on: girl, poetry, music, beautiful, sea, lost, dance, wind
Poems by William Butler Yeats : 4 / 404
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britney spears could outshine that crazed
girl if it was happening today and honestly
madonna is genius in music and entertainment.
on last stanza could be describing famous janet
kackson malfunction decades later.
A typical romantic view of insanity as divine inspiration. The truly insane are not happy and their imitation of happiness merely serves to emphasise their misery. Yeats understands none of this.
The transcendental value
Put upon the word crazed
Otherwise the word insane
Her sounds not commonly intelligible
And one song she sings
Is actually making her more free
But fear still grips her of the hungry sea
Which she transforms into a song improvising
Insanity itself is freedom
From the existing norms and codes
Be that fate divine or bonds
What are words become polemics
When taken to the scene
And where you make conclusions
He has shown us a picture of a girl
In a state of spectacular existence
Now she will appear different
Every one with own eye
I really wonder... is she the sea?
Metaphor is incomparable.
poems from this Irish dreamer are all beautiful, if you haven't read more, you should
not to be a hater to Yeats but the rhymes were a little stale. perfect with the metaphors and still worthy of the rating. thats the only beef i have with this.
This is what Yeats said she is, A Grazed Girl, not a sprightly nymph dancing by the shores of a briny sea, she is a beautiful but tragic image of insanity.
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, And she is insane with the tune of her internal song. 'Her knee-cap broken'... reality check, it is broken, that is why like a puppet on a string; 'Climbing, falling' she dances on 'Her soul in division from itself... She knew not where, '. She is insane 'She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph' because she dances on 'No matter what disaster occurred' it did not touch her, she made no 'No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.' and herein may lie a reason for her insanity.
Amazing from start to finish x
'Crazed' does not mean insane here. To me, she is liberated improvosing her music, poetry and dance very symbolically, and is brave to face the wolrd, despite her injuries and the hungry sea. Heroically lost, heroically found. Yeats has captured this view from a distance with keen observation. He has gone to the soul of that girl of which she herself is unaware.The style has a class peculiar to Yeats.
Sea disaster might have made her insane! Some become poets when becoming mad. Her mental inclination towards music and poetry has made her dance with the song she has composed to fight against the sea the cause for disaster and thereby causing her madness! Poet has caught the point seeing her and composed telling all he knows pretty well!