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 lads 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.
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Wandering Aengus was a Celtic immortal. He has all eternity to search for his equally immortal love.
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sounds like he had a fever - and died
became a wandering ghost searching for? love never found? -
well - today that's my (.....) birthhday - very sad day and date for me - yesterday I thought that something like in the text above should revive me, but... today I think that's only a symbol, and I must find this "girl" somewhere, deep, deep inside of me - then, very good choice for this day - many thanks to Random Powers for that, because in such a day everything is a kind of profecy or a sermon.
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A powerful poem full of enchantment and the quest to regain the lost love of one's youth...
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Brilliant
How can you not enjoy WB Yeat's Celtic Twilight poetry?
In this poem alone he's used the symbolism of the hazel wood, a holy tree in the Pagan religion.
The changeling, the glimmering girl who fades all big parts of Irish mythology.
The idea of an old man telling a yarn in a pub beautiful and so lyrical.
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More than quite a poem, this is symbolic, its a statement of mind, of faith, of heart.
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