A Crazed Poet After William Butler Yeats Poem by Ravi Kopra
A Crazed Poet After William Butler Yeats
A crazed poet improvising his poetry
Sees a pretty girl singing, begging on a shore
She is an orphan, no parents
She came here from no where
Somebody perhaps dropped her
here from some mad house.
Sing, sing, O pretty girl, be happy
You do not know your misery
Those who know their misery
Can never be happy. You are
blessed, you orphan, pretty mad 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
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