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And pluck till time and times are done...
Janet features Irish poetry -- surely the most verdant, lyrical and lush poetry of the modern era.
But I am biased!
WB Yeats, Eavan Boland, Seamus Heaney and Paul Muldoon top the selections for today.
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Hosts: Janet Harrison, John Case
This Episode Recorded June 11, 2025
The Song of Wandering Aengus
('Aengus': rish god of love, youth, and poetic inspiration)
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.
Source: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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