Thursday, October 14, 2010

Poems of the Week

Denise Levertov - Epilogue

I thought I had found a magic swan
but it was a migrating snowgoose.
I thought I was linked invisibly to another's life
but I found myself more alone with him than without him
I thought I had found a fire

but it was the play of light on bright stones.
 I thought I was wounded to the core
but I was only bruised.

William B. Yeats - 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 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.

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