Τρίτη 12 Ιουνίου 2018















The Stolen Child



Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
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 wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furhtest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
Τo and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
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.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest,
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping more than he can understand.



William Butler Yeats  (1865 - 1939 )


From "The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems"  ( 1889 )



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3 σχόλια:

Eleftheria είπε...



A song Mike Scott ( bandleader of the Waterboys ) composed to Irish poet W.B. Yeats’ mysterious poem about a child beguiled by fairies to come with them to their island. The haunting mood of the song is achieved by Scott’s rolling piano accompaniment that he sustains throughout the song, and the narrating voice of Tomás Mac Eoin, a local singer of Sean-nós (Irish for “old style”), the Irish tradition of unaccompanied singing.


Photos : Torc Falls, Killarney National Park, Ireland

Άιναφετς είπε...

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.

Υπέροχο ποίημα και τι όμορφα που είναι τα αγόρια
όταν είναι ευαίσθητα!

ΑΦιλάκια Ελευθερία γι αυτή την ομορφιά! <3

Eleftheria είπε...

Kαλημέρα Στεφανία μου, χαίρομαι που σου άρεσε, είναι αγαπημένο, όπως και το συγκρότημα :))
Όμορφη Κυριακή σου εύχομαι, να 'σαι καλά!
ΑΦιλιά πολλά :))