03 July 2014

A Meditation: The Song Of Wandering Aengus - Christy Moore

Here's another thing I admire about the Irish; not only do they love their poets but they put their poems to song. This meditative piece is Christy Moore singing The Song of Wandering Aengus, by W.B. Yeats. Such a gorgeous poem/ song. Just listen and enjoy.

Here are the words:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

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 someone 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.
Source: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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  1. That was so relaxing and beautiful. I felt like I was laying by a brook on a sunny day.

    1. I like your image, his voice is soothing and the poem is timeless.

  2. My Celtic roots were awakened by this. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Replies
    1. Glad you enjoyed, Rosaria. Good to hear from you.

  4. ah i understand his questing....a lovely bit of verse w/ an enchanting rhythm...for sure...


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