THAT crazed girl improvising her music. <br />Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, <br /> <br />Her soul in division from itself <br />Climbing, falling She knew not where, <br />Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, <br />Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare <br />A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing <br />Heroically lost, heroically found. <br /> <br />No matter what disaster occurred <br />She stood in desperate music wound, <br />Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph <br />Where the bales and the baskets lay <br />No common intelligible sound <br />But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crazed-girl/
