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Yeats' Song of the Wandering Aengus
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- čas přidán 15. 04. 2020
- In this episode I read, or rather chant to you, a classic Yeats poem and reflect on what it means to me. Here's the text of that poem:
The Song of Wandering Aengus
BY WILLIAM BUTLER 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 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.
I love the fact that you ‘needed an emergency Yeats’…
I have just found your videos an I couldn’t be happier..
thanks, welcome aboard!
"It's a simple beautiful kind of numinous lyric, it wants to be chanted rather than read" 🖤 You made me think about Donovan transposing this poem into a song! Both are beautiful, indeed!!! 💚🥀
Ohhh and of course, what a GREAT job you did! 🖤
when I hear Yeats read like this it's transporting - full justice to the art of poetry...
Thank you so much! The way you read, “chanted” the poem was salubrious and cosmic 🙏🏻🎶☀️📚🦉☯️🌅💗🆙
Oh it was lovely to stumble across this video Malcolm. I recently learned this poem so I could recite it to my 3 year old daughter, first giving to her as a basic story and slowly bringing in the poetry.
I love 'being drawn through what is to what is beyond.' I learned this poem last year and recite, or rather 'chant' it often on my solitary country walks, along with many others from my inner treasure-chest. How I wish I knew anyone who loves poetry! Thanks so much for these little talks. I can imagine I have a friend. :)
Thanks Anya, its good to know you recite this this poem too. there must be a secret fellowship of kindred spirits who do just that. I do hope you find a fellow poetry-lover with whom to enjoy these things since sharing the joy is part of the joy itself
I'm doing my part to bring back an age where men recite poetry from memory.
That’s profound, choosing, but yet being chosen ... mind blowing
On of my favorite poems. And done so well. You are a blessing as the entire world together seeks to fill each day. You help to fill it with beauty.
thanks!
I've got some English in me,
And I've been to England too.
When I your study get to see
And hear poems read, I get less blue.
Returned to this today for some "emergency Yeats" 😉 - your reading of it is so good, communicates the mystery with great energy.
thanks
I loved re-discovering this Yeats poem in your Lenten anthology Malcolm, and it was such a gift to hear you read it so beautifully here. I think you were a little transported by it!
Glad you enjoyed it!
Emergency Yeats
yes, 'In case of emergency break glass and read poem'
That's so great
Beautifully recited, the best I've heard. I think you got into Yeats' mind and emotions there. It's almost as though you channeled him.
Wow, thank you!
Wonderful recitation- well done❤
These videos are joy❤❤❤❤ thank you
"being drawn from what is to what is beyond"
I had never made the connection of the poet being the one who is ultimately drawn (be it by God or whomever) through the supernatural. Thank you for enriching my understanding of this poem.
thanks, its one of my favourites!
Thank you for this. As an ardent fly angler in his 60s this poem speaks to me - reminding me of soft summer evenings when large sedges hatch and flutter across the water and I'm calm and reflective about my life and past loved ones from my youth. And the water surface is a mirror to another realm, perhaps magic. Norman McLean in A River Runs Through It says, "Now, nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead...but I still reach out to them."
You are a ray of sunshine, Sir. Thank you for the video and beautiful reading of my favourite poem. I hope you are well!
Thank you! You too!
Thanks for sharing this incredibly wise poem. I can see that you have taken some of that wisdom throughout the years, perhaps I shall too.
thanks, glad you found it helpful
You read absolutely beautifully. Goosebumps. Thank you for your incredible poetic insight, passion, and talent Dr. Guite. You are a treasure.
Thank you for yet another wonderful video.
It's a dream sequence, so the word repetitions are dreamlike .....
.....The many ' Ands' give it a childlike mesmerised quality, as a five year old might narrate a dream.....
It is the perfect Wistfulness made Flesh.
One of my favorite poems. Thank you for reading it!
You're most welcome!
I really need to read Yeats, that beautiful poem you just read was the first for me, it was stunning.
Thank you so much for the video! One of my favorite poems. I don’t recall quite how I discovered it, but it was senior year of high school. “the silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun” always stick with me!
Thank you again for the lovely video!
Glad you enjoyed it!
'Emergency Yeats' is what I'm gonna call my handy pocket editions of his in my satchel from now on haha
I went for Michael Gambon's reading, but who needs background music to get into the mood for Yeats? So I spent a few minutes in your company listening to and learning about the poem. The best spent minutes this week on the Internet. Thank you, God bless
thanks!
Instant subscribe. This dude is so into his work. Love it!
Welcome aboard!
Thanks for sharing that with us & pats to your lovely dog.
my pleasure!
I absolutely love this poem but I first heard it in a song by Christy Moore, To this day that's one of my favourite songs.
Wonderful. Thank you so much.
this is one of my favorite readings of this poem. thank you
Glad you enjoy it!
Happy #yeatsday, happy to have stumbled on your channel.
Welcome aboard!
I smile at "emergency Yeats," as I think I have had similar occasions.
sometimes only Yeats will do!
@@MalcolmGuitespell Truth!
When I'm in love nothing speaks louder than Yeats.
indeed!
Malcom Guite, what a gift you have given me, I am new to Yates in my dotage, so thank you I can see I shall learn so much from you. Best wishes, Jess Adey
Glad it was helpful!
lovely. And nice cosy study - and beautiful dog! :)
Thanks, yes my dog has decided that he definitely wants to be part of this!
@@MalcolmGuitespell I can't have dogs here, so seeing yours and imagining stroking his inquisitively interposed head delights me.
Thank you for introducing me
Any time
Really great
Grazie.
The idea of Blake having a sort of school and descendants...somehow hopeful...could you say something more about how one prophet strikes fire in another--or one poet in another? on teacher in a student? glad to see you have your own "Hound of Heaven" ! that shifting of the Silver Fish Caught to the Quest for She Who Beckons and The Fair Land also reminds me of Macdonald's following the dripping inkwell into the forest...
yes prophets, as well as poets certainly strike fire from one another!
I find myself wondering if Tolkien was inspired somehow by this poem, as in his legendarium there exist two trees who quite literally exist as the moon and the sun for a time in Middle Earth's version of paradise.
Dear Malcolm - Mael Colum - Disciple of Columba please can you share some time and the wealth of your souls experience in the act, privelege and service of composing poems of Spiritual Substance supporting the Self-evident need for Scottish Self-Unity - Independence - Freedom for... 'Scots are Scots an Scot an Scotland's Free 2023' X SAOR ALBA SOAR as the PhoeniX. With hope, best wishes and many thanks.
I wonder if you can solve a mystery for me? I read a poem, it might have been Yeats, some years ago about a woman so lost in her grief she would not cry. Someone around her saw how this would harm her, and brought her children to her. And then she could cry, and was healed of her frozen state. Does this ring any bells? I can't seem to find it, nor remember anything more about it.
I don't think its Yeats, but there is a poem by Elizabeth Barret Browning called 'Grief' which is about not being able to cry and how damaging that is
@@MalcolmGuitespell Not the one, but thank-you all the same. :)
Logos and nous....... God.
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I think Donovan's rendition was best
yes, I know it, its very good
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