The poem
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.
it is good, fantastically awesome yet troublesome to read sometimes. some some some some. thanks.
peace out ya'll
The band Agalloch used this poem as lyrics for a song they have called " A poem by Yeats", wonderful song, if you read this poem while listening to the song, the fit perfectly in my opinion, very sad. Wonderful poem, wonderful poet.