W.B. Yeats, Song of wandering Aengus

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Song of wandering Aengus

I WENT out to the hazel wood,  
Because a fire was in my head,  
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,  
And hooked a berry to a thread;  
And when white moths were on the wing,          5
And moth-like stars were flickering out,  
I dropped the berry in a stream  
And caught a little silver trout.  
  
When I had laid it on the floor  
I went to blow the fire a-flame,                        10
But something rustled on the floor,  
And someone called me by my name:  
It had become a glimmering girl  
With apple blossom in her hair  
Who called me by my name and ran                  15
And faded through the brightening air.  
  
Though I am old with wandering  
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,  
I will find out where she has gone,  
And kiss her lips and take her hands;                 20
And walk among long dappled grass,  
And pluck till time and times are done,  
The silver apples of the moon,  
The golden apples of the sun.
 
W.B. Yeats





William Butler Yeats biography, works and poetry index
« Last Edit: 12 Sep, 2011, 08:35:30 by Frederique »
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Yes, sopherina, a beautiful poem from Yeats' early work (1899).

This is one of my favourites from later in his career (1928).


Sailing To Byzantium


- William Butler Yeats


I

That is no country for old men.  The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

                    II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

                    III

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

                    IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.


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It' s beautiful! I have only read a translated work of Yeats, an anthology of irish tales, and I loved it! That day, when I posted the poem, I was listening to an Angelo Branduardi song, based on the Yeats poem. Where are you from? Are you Irish?
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Μανία με τους Κέλτες! Καλά, κι' εγώ δεν πάω πίσω... Sláinte!
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Sláinte!

You started drinking really early, Nimatiks! Need company? Pionta Guiness le do thoil..! :-))
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14:24 βρίσκεσαι στον υπολογιστή σου. Απορώ τι ώρα θα βρίσκεσαι στο Ruby Tuesday...


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Μπερδεύεις τη Θεσσαλονίκη με καμια άλλη πόλη, μήπως;;;; :-)))))
Πάντως έριξα έτσι κι αλλιώς σύρμα ότι θα πάω αργότερα διότι μόλις ξύπνησα και Σαββατιάτικα είναι αμαρτία να βιάζομαι!
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Με συγχωρείς για την παρέμβαση στα του (Θεσσαλον)οίκου σας, αλλά πάνω που ήμουν έτοιμος να πάω να τα κάνω λίμπα στο νήμα της συνάντησής σας, είδα μια χαμηλοβόρεια να με παρακολουθεί και μου κόπηκε η όρεξη.


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Με συγχωρείς για την παρέμβαση στα του (Θεσσαλον)οίκου σας, αλλά πάνω που ήμουν έτοιμος να πάω να τα κάνω λίμπα στο νήμα της συνάντησής σας, είδα μια χαμηλοβόρεια να με παρακολουθεί και μου κόπηκε η όρεξη.
"No way to ruuuuun, baby...", που λέει και το τραγούδι! :-))))
Any comments about Yeats, dear? Do you like his poetry?
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To the extent that I like poetry, yes. But I'm afraid you'd find poetry too near the bottom of my list for your liking.


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Time for me to go! Time for plot, Niko! ;-))))
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Katerina, here is another poem from Yeats' early work.

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,   
Enwrought with golden and silver light,   
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths   
Of night and light and the half light,   
I would spread the cloths under your feet:           
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;   
I have spread my dreams under your feet;   
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.   




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It' s a very romantic poem! :-)
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