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.'
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This is a fantastic piece. "She stood in desperate music wound". I feel like that sometimes. Yeats really taps into a feminine sensibility. "A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing/Heroically lost, heroically found." Nice to see a strong female in a poem rather than a doe-eyed dove with some other qualities named after animals that men hunt for sport.
Elle
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Although this poem has some imagery, I couldn't really get 'carried away' in it. I don't particularily like the style or the imagery that Yeats uses, although I do like the repetitive use of the word wound.
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This was just a nice little scene here you did on this girl,she seems interesting never-the-less.
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Yeat's is GREAT!
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Wow. Who knew? I didn't know. I never really thought I was into Yeats' poetry. I think I'll go read some...
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This poem is amazing, and really does evoke a powerful image; OI've never really read much Yeats, but I think now I ought to start.
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Wow. I am just stunned. I just found a book of Yeats' poetry and plays in my house but I never knew he was this good. Well I am going to poke around down in OP more often.
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