This poem is a craze girl by W.V.A.P.S. I like this poem because it's about a crazy girl. That craze girl improvising her music, her poetry dancing up on the shore, her soul-indivision from itself climbing, falling she knew not where, hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, her kneecap broken. That girl, I declare, a beautiful lofty thing, or a thing heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred, she stood in desperate music wound, wound, wound, and she made in her triumph where the bales and the baskets lay, no common intelligible sound but sang, O sea-starved hungry sea.