No Second Troy
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
W.B. Yeats
1 comment:
You are much more beautiful than Maud Gonne. T'adoro.
Speaking of Troy some frivolous guy once invented a measurement of female beauty called the Helen- the amount of beauty needed to set a navy of 1000 ships to see for you- it's a reference to Faustus (Marlowe's not Goethe's)
'Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
And burned the topless towers of Ilium
Sweet Bella make me immortal with a kiss....'
Regular women are measured in millihelens. But you are a 400 gigahelen or a terahelen at the very least.
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