Crazed Girl Of Yeats Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

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

Islamabad
15/2/2010

On "A Crazed Girl "by William Butler Yeats