William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
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Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop
I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
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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.'
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?