Words Lighter than Air (original) (raw)
Mon, Apr. 21st, 2008, 04:51 pm
seekingroivas: To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded hy man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near - Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more bear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
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One of my favorites.
Thu, Jan. 17th, 2008, 03:32 am
mernessa: (no subject)
The delightful Jolie Holland set "The Song of Wandering Aengus" to music. It's really beautiful. Even though it has that rural 'Americana' stripped sound, it works well with his words.
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 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.
Sun, Dec. 2nd, 2007, 03:23 pm
ciara_mkb: (no subject)
Hi everyone,
It's my first time posting in this community! I've just been listening to the Cranberries song "Yeat's Grave" on repeat for the last week and love it so much!
Does anyone know of any other Yeats poetry put to music like this?
Thanks!!!
Why should I blame her, that she filled my days with misery, Or that she would of late have taught To ignorant men most violent Ways or hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal to desire.
Wed, Jul. 4th, 2007, 12:00 pm
vscudi: (no subject)
Vari here. Graduated from UCD. did thesis on Yeats. Hello out there?
Wed, May. 2nd, 2007, 12:43 am
I added this community because...I love Yeats.
One of my favorite poems, The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Has anyone ever been to Yeats Summer School, btw?
Tue, Nov. 14th, 2006, 04:45 pm
scalded_cat: Imaginary-Portrait of W. Yeats
Imaginary-Portrait of W. Yeats
by Игорь Лысенко
This is Maude Gonne at the top of the hill. She can't see Yeats. Yeats can't see her. Picture is like an illustration of "The Song of Wandering Angus".
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.
Sat, Nov. 11th, 2006, 11:15 pm
Hello=)
One of the most popular russian folk-band has some songs. Yeats poetry and the voice of Hellawes. For example Septemper 1913. Actually it's a russian site, so I don't know how good it will be. Free download - here=)
Fri, Jun. 30th, 2006, 05:35 pm
renee9: (no subject)
hey i'm new. my favourite yeats poem is...of course...
Brown Penny
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
Wed, May. 17th, 2006, 04:02 pm
The Lake at Innisfree
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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*sighs* I want to live there...