The Song of Wandering Aengus: Poem with video

THE  SONG  OF  WANDERING  AENGUS

“And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.”


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.

 

VIDEO  :  3.42 mins

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7 thoughts on “The Song of Wandering Aengus: Poem with video

  1. Gilbert,

    Personally, I found the video song fine. A creditable attempt to capture some of the magic of the original.

    The reason I can say this with some confidence is that I’ve spect the last hour listening to at least TWENTY different versions of the same poem by Yeats on YouTube. They were all so badly done I had to give up after the first 10 seconds! 🙂

    Believe me, this particular version was the best of the bunch.

    1. Sard –

      Often, it is hard to do justice to a great poet’s verse in a recital. One of MY favorite poems is Robert Frost’s “Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening”. I have recited that piece to myself, with an acceptable voice in my imagination – but I have never heard it recited adequately by someone else.

  2. While neither of those recitals quote the verse exactly how the poet penned it, I DO adore little girls – and have difficulty finding fault with their honest efforts. (I, myself, learned it when probably around that young age, too.)
    The young man cited by Sardonicus seems to lack the maturity to give a great recital of that poem, also. (I suppose I’m just hard to please!)
    The poem has served me well when taking a romantic evening stroll or ride with a paramour. They become very amorous! 🙂

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