Tuesday, October 16, 2012

a fire was in my head


THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
by: W.B. Yeats
       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,
      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,
      But something rustled on the floor,
      And some one 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
      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;
      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.

2 comments:

mary said...

oh. love that bit of yeats. have you heard terry callier sing it? *chills*

http://gwranda.tumblr.com/post/14326186885/terry-callier-golden-apples-of-the-sun-from

rebecca said...

beautiful liane.