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Archive for February, 2006

Don’t laugh too soon, the poet may be laughing at YOU!

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

                                   

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                                          Beggar to Beggar Cried         W.B. Yeats

 

 

“Time to put off the world and go somewhere

And find my health again in the sea air,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“And make my soul before my pate is bare.”

 

“And get a comfortable wife and house

To rid me of the devil in my shoes,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“And the worse devil that is between my thighs.”

 

“And though I’d marry with a comely lass,

She need not be too comely–let it pass,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“But there’s a devil in a looking-glass.”

 

“Nor should she be too rich, because the rich

Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“And cannot have a humorous happy speech,”

 

“And there I’ll grow respected at my ease,

and hear amid the garden’s nightly peace,”

Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,

“The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.”

 

 

A harmoniously, hideously, hilariously humorous poem– absolutely comical to the highest degree!

The poem, re-written in prose form, would probably run like this:

One beggar, struck by his frenzy, cried to another….

 

 

The rest is really quite easy! (Come, Izzy, U shouldn’t rely on Dad to do the translation all the time!)

 

Discussion:

The lines that make one laugh the hardest are probably the following:

   1.           ”Time to put off the world and go somewhere

                And find my health again in the sea air,”

 

When a beggar thinks like a millionaire, there is a problem, obviously…

 

2.               “And get a comfortable wife…

                  To rid me of…the worse devil that is between my thighs.”

It seems likely that the poor dude cannot afford a single issue of Playboy to quench his thirst! Imagine the torment he recieves from that “worse devil” that is between his thighs!

 

3.                 ” Nor should she be too rich, because the rich

                      Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,”

                     ” And cannot have a humorous happy speech.”

 

Aha! the rich are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch! How true!!!

 

Seriously,when was the last time you saw the First Lady have a humorous happy speech? Each time Laura Bush stands by her man giving that killer “Love George” pose, one fancies W might just as well use a Barbie Doll to proclaim his redneckry and his wretchedly weird cowboy a-la-Texas- style manhood.

 

Folks: now that we have done our share laughing at the beggar,and/or the Commander-in-Chief, it’s time to think again!

Yeats might just be laughing at you,–indeed, all of us !

(Are you not stricken by the poverty of the soul?)

In that sense, you can be the target of Yeats’ mirth,too!

 

Ben Taishing