No Second Troy

William Butler Yeats

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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?

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  • ralfmcknight485

    The phrase, "nobleness made simple as a fire" really grabbed me. Kinda makes you realize beauty often compels chaos, doesn't it? Like her beauty is a force ain't no one can tame, way she exists in the world just can't help but stir things up. Truly a thought-provoker, this one.