To A Young Girl

MY dear, my dear, I know
More than another
What makes your heart beat so;
Not even your own mother
Can know it as I know,
Who broke my heart for her
When the wild thought,
That she denies
And has forgot,
Set all her blood astir
And glittered in her eyes.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (8)

a masefield poem by john masefield. i couldnt put this all in better words.
A parading ballad it is to read and enjoy! Nice flowing poem!
Words give a graphic description of baser pirate days of the wood sail, cutlass, brains and blood. Then the circle of joy over the booty.
This is wonderfully-made poem. You can see the the retired old pirate over his grog at an Inn from which he can see the ocean on which he was once such a terror regretting the passing of his exciting, if blood-soaked and nefarious, life.
na na NA na na na NA na na na NA na na na Na...It's a wonderful ballad, with an enjoyable rythm and an interesting content. This really deserves to be the poem of the day. And the pirate life aboard the ship is really described as a LIFE! Wooo! A great thumbs-up to you Ser!
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