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

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A Crazed Girl

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
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  • John Chizoba Vincent (2/12/2014 12:42:00 PM)

    lost of word to say.

    1 person liked.
    3 person did not like.
  • Babatunde Aremu (2/12/2013 6:45:00 AM)

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

  • Manonton Dalan (2/12/2013 4:31:00 AM)

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

  • Akanksha Bhatt (10/1/2012 11:10:00 PM)

    just one word! VOW! ! ! !

  • Manonton Dalan (2/12/2012 3:32:00 AM)

    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.

  • Ian Fraser (12/6/2010 8:29:00 PM)

    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.

  • Sadiqullah Khan (2/15/2010 1:18:00 AM)

    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

  • Herman Chiu (2/13/2010)

    I really wonder... is she the sea?
    Metaphor is incomparable.

  • Gertrude Morris (2/12/2010 10:43:00 PM)

    poems from this Irish dreamer are all beautiful, if you haven't read more, you should

  • Adam Reed (2/12/2010 12:08:00 PM)

    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.

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