Saturday, 19 March 2011

WB. Yes, him.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Excerpt from * The Stolen Child * 
by WB Yeats.





Today, I saw every place he spoke of,
and felt his words soak under my skin.
I reminded myself to speak only
( if just for a little while )
in prayers.
The gentle hours and light,
did all the rest.


Reading * Selected poems of WB Yeats

On holiday in * Southern Ireland *

Drinking * White wine for our anniversary*

Mood * Very much in love *

People I am missing very much

* RW* and * RT *

1 comment:

  1. Oh, how I love Yeats! During my last few months at home I borrowed a volume of his poetry from my father. I was completely engrossed. That poem is a really lovely one. It's made me want to visit Glen Carr! That and your wonderful blog post!

    AML

    Kess
    xxxx

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