Tulips, Grapes and W B Yeats

mybeautfulthings

8 years ago

We have been given some beautiful thank you presents today – some Blue Tulip bulbs from Amsterdam for feeding the cats next door (always a pleasure) and I shall plant them tomorrow.

The other lovely present was a big bunch of home-grown grapes for lending our travel cot to another friend and neighbour for a big family gathering.

I heard the last two lovely lines of this poem by W B Yeats on the radio today in a tribute to Terry Wogan, from a poem I didn’t know and had to look up. Here it is, hope you like it as much as I do.

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.

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