November 2011
William Butler Yeats
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.- William Butler Yeats, 1888.
The Boy in the Woods
Veda Hille
The Boy In The Woods by Veda Hille, You Do Not Live In This World Alone (1999)
When I was young my parents left me
they said I could not sing
I talk through my mouth with many tongues
I am a wonder
The nightingale, the lark, the blackbird, the thrush
Proclaim themselves from every bush
Crow, crow, get out of my sight
I am a wonder so weird and sad
I am a wonder I vary my voice
One is sorrow
Two, mirth
Three, a wedding
Four, a birth
Five, heaven
Six, hell
Seven, the devil’s own self
Sonnets, elegies to ease my grief
Oppressed heart of strains so sweet
Sweet birds, might I hear you ever
I sing again as I should
To wake men up for their own good
I talk through my mouth with many tongues
I am a wonder so weird and sad
I am a wonder
One is a sign of mischief, two a sign of mirth
Three you know and four a sign of death
Five a sign of rain
Six is the sign of the bastard born
The bastard born with no last name
Crow, crow get out of my sight
I’ll kill your mother and father tonight
When I was young my parents left me
They said I could not sing
