Friday, May 02, 2008

Someone told me it's poetry month and all that, so here's my favorite.
What's yours?

by: W.B. Yeats

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
Have a fantastic weekend, folks!


Akelamalu said...

I came looking for your 55 Susie this was a lovely surprise! :)

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem!!! Yeats is amazing!

Have a wonderful weekend my friend! :)

lime said...

you just can't go wrong with yeats. i love so many of his.

Anonymous said...

I am not so much in to poetry, though I am in to photography, and those are awesome pictures there.

Have a good weekend! :)

RennyBA said...

I love the golden shine in the background in the first picture and the second one make me feels like home (but then again, you know I'm a crazy Viking from Norway).

The poem: great - could have been my fave too!

Wishing you a great end to your week :-)

WDKY said...