Monday, December 4, 2006

A Poem for the Woods

The 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,
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 aflame,
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.

W. B. Yeats Irish Poet, lover of Maude, envier of the occult, visionary.

2 comments:

Jessica said...

I'm a big fan of Yeats as well. My favorites, at this point, are "Hanrahan laments because of his wanderings" and "The Stolen Child".

Jessica said...

Also, referring to your first post, I advocate graduate school now versus working. Working sucks. It's boring. As a recent grad you're much more likely getting a job as a receptionist or administrative assistant than something you might actually like. Just my humble opinion, based on not having gone to grad school as planned.