Since we are in Belfast now - we arrived here this morning after travelling all night - I thought I should present you with one of my favorite poems by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats. Here goes:
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 aflame,
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.
—
We had a little party after the concert yesterday. Björk, Leila and me deejayed. The hit song of the evening was no doubt Rasputin with Boney M.
Oh yeah, oh yeah!
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April 26th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Are you going to Bozar?
April 26th, 2008 at 7:52 pm
RA! RA! RASPUTIN!
Lover of The Russian Queen!
(clap clap)
There was a cat who really was GONE!
RA! RA! RASPUTIN!
Russia’s Greatest Love Machine!
(clap clap)
It was a shame how he carried on!
- Boney M, RASPUTIN
April 26th, 2008 at 11:12 pm
“There is poetry in a pint of Guiness”.
- Romain
April 27th, 2008 at 3:17 am
“Ohhhhhh those Russians!”
April 27th, 2008 at 4:11 am
I hope you get to visit the Giant’s Causeway cause you are close:
http://northantrim.com/causeway_stones.htm
http://northantrim.com/giantscauseway.htm
April 27th, 2008 at 1:19 pm
The weather is lovely at the moment (and today!) here though, isn’t it Jonas? You’re lucky you’ve come at a good time, it’s normally raining or gray outside and depressing. But today it’s lovely and sunny with a light breeze.
May 9th, 2008 at 5:48 am
thanks for this poem. silver apples of the moon. and golden apples of the sun. I like those images. …and the image of being old and wandering. like wanderlust.
and moths usually make me think of Isobel. “moth delivers her message”
I’m going through a pretty rough time right now. And someone told me “nature will save you” …and it’s really true. you never know what’s going to happen next. your car battery could die, and you could be stuck in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, and you just have to be grateful for the moment, and look up and appreciate the “moth-like, flickering stars”. ..and wink back at the universe.