William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

As it was in the begining so it is now. I hope our present artists we read this. They are weird

he must be describing modern artist
of today it could be lady gaga

just one word! VOW! ! ! !

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.