Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A POLITICAL PRISONER, by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: She that but little patience knew Last Line: Cried out the hollows of the sea. Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B. Subject(s): Markiewicz, Constance Georgine, Countess; Socialism; Ire;and; England | ||||||||
SHE that but little patience knew, From childhood on, had now so much A grey gull lost its fear and flew Down to her cell and there alit, And there endured her fingers' touch And from her fingers ate its bit. Did she in touching that lone wing Recall the years before her mind Became a bitter, an abstract thing, Her thought some popular enmity: Blind and leader of the blind Drinking the foul ditch where they lie? When long ago I saw her ride Under Ben Bulben to the meet, The beauty of her country-side With all youth's lonely wildness stirred, She seemed to have grown clean and sweet Like any rock-bred, sea-borne bird: Sea-borne, or balanced on the air When first it sprang out of the nest Upon some lofty rock to stare Upon the cloudy canopy, While under its storm-beaten breast Cried out the hollows of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE MY SISTER, THE QUEEN by EDWARD FIELD GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS STAYING UP FOR ENGLAND by LIAM RECTOR STONE AND FLOWER by KENNETH REXROTH THE HANGED MAN by KENNETH REXROTH SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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