Her Triumph
I did the dragon's will until you came
Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.
William Butler Yeats
6 comments:
So awesome.
Raising my teacup to the start of a good week for both of us ... we deserve one!
Can you tell me what this bloggie's for v. the bigger boat?
I mean, I've got two, too. (Had 3 for a bit when I needed to really let loose.) So, I get the need. But I'm curious to knowwwwwww about this v. the bigger boat.
LOVED the pics on bigger boat, by the way though I don't think I commented.
Do you know I'm TsaphanBabe, too? That's me.
I did know you were a woman of two internet identities, T.B!
I was going to close down the Boat after my apocalyptic spring, but decided to keep it as the place for the mostly-silly stuff -- snark and hockey, etc.
I started this one as a place to open a vein now and then to a few people who I gather are thoughtful and trustworthy types, both those I know personally and those I only know through their writing. Somehow everything gooshy that inspired me to start this blog just didn't feel right sitting next to all that other stuff.
I'm really going to try to keep the content separate, but I guess I've already broken that rule by comparing falling in love with a married man to hockey fighting! :) Been working on a post about "embracing your inner goon." I can't seem to stop myself.
Yeah, TsaphanBabe started out as I'm gonna be anonymous and talk about sex, but morphed into a blog where I say whatever I want and know I won't have to explain it to my parents. Pretty sure my STBX (soon to be ex) also doesn't know about tsaphanbabe, but I'm less concerned about that.
Thanks for 'splaining. I hope I remember to check here because I'm *horrible* about blogs that I don't get in my rss feed...
This engineering gig has destroyed my ability to get poetry.
See how I'm blaming my job for my own shortcomings? Clever lad.
But no, I get it, I know what he's saying. What I don't know is how he managed to say it. Poets amaze me.
I also love the closing rhyme.
Now and then I write something more suitable for a more sekrit blog but then I look at it and go no way and let it evaporate into the oblivion of a released memory allocation. Live more, write less, is what I say.
WBY's use of the word "shrieks" in the final line is so disturbing and jarring and fantastic that I don't know what to do with myself about it.
I just love the whole thing, start to finish, and oh, do it tell a story.
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