Why the blog ? I have no good answer to that - perhaps an antidote to rage and disappointment. I have no clue how to do this, so it could be interesting. It begins.....
I went into 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 flick'ring out
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout
I found this little bit of anonymous poetry many years ago when reading a book by Mary Orvis. It serves me well when things go nuts. Currently I recite it daily.
Knew I recognized that bit of poetry. I just read it a couple weeks ago. Here it is, in full:
ReplyDeleteTHE 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.