Of Helena She Had To Be A Descendant [1] Poem by Gert Strydom

(after William Butler Yeats)

So beautiful she was, so enraptured and intense
that although my life was miserable
as almost every man that got a glance of her
was driven to a frenzy, to something beyond mere understanding,
as men did fall at her feet,
did fall in love with her at a sight,
as her loveliness were beyond mere words
and yet I could not held her accountable
for something that only belongs to the gods
and when in the evenings she did cling to me in passion
she promised that she was only mine
and I did believe that such nobleness was unique,
while there was a unknown magic in each kiss
and I was aware of the depth of her love.

[Reference: “No Second Troy” by William Butler Yeats]