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Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop
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I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty.'
'Fair and foul are near of kin,
And fair needs foul,' I cried.
'My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride.
'A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent;
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.'
William Butler Yeats
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Trochilus Tales
(12/18/2008 2:03:00 PM) |
Rob,
No, I think Crazy Jane is responding to his admonition that she is getting older and should
'Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty.'
She rejoins that 'foul and fair are near of kin, ' indeed, inextricably related.
The last two lines are quite vivid, are they not, with plays on both the words 'sole' and 'whole.'
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Rob Brennan
(8/16/2006 1:01:00 AM) |
I don't think I really understand this poem. Is everything from 'My friends are gone..' to the the end spoken by the bishop? What do the last two lines mean?
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