John Kinsella's Lament
For Mrs. Mary Moore
John Kinsella's Lament - meaning Summary
Loss of Earthy Pleasures
Yeats presents a sardonic lament for Mary Moore, a bawd whose sudden death removes a practical source of sexual pleasure and storytelling. The speaker both mourns personal loss and celebrates her worldly wit and bargains that sustained social life. By contrasting clerical ideals of Eden with the grubby realities she managed, the poem stakes a case for earthy desire and communal pleasures over abstract piety, ending on the repeated, rueful question of loss.
Read Complete AnalysesI A bloody and a sudden end, Gunshot or a noose, For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose. He might have had my sister, My cousins by the score, But nothing satisfied the fool But my dear Mary Moore, None other knows what pleasures man At table or in bed. What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead? II Though stiff to strike a bargain, Like an old Jew man, Her bargain struck we laughed and talked And emptied many a can; And O! but she had stories, Though not for the priest's ear, To keep the soul of man alive, Banish age and care, And being old she put a skin On everything she said. What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead? III The priests have got a book that says But for Adam's sin Eden's Garden would be there And I there within. No expectation fails there, No pleasing habit ends, No man grows old, no girl grows cold But friends walk by friends. Who quarrels over halfpennies That plucks the trees for bread? What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
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