Commentary on Yeats

This is a response to Yeats' "Song of Wandering Aengus."

The sunset steals the day's sweet warmth,

While dusky purple shades the air,

Wrapped in moonlight, moth-wings kiss

The apple blossoms in my hair.

The hazel wood's not far away,

The grove that echoes still your song;

Time may have tithed us of our youth,

But there, together, we belong.

 

Where berry once was hooked on thread

and sought a fish to ease your flame,

I wait in whispers round the stream,

And teach the wind to speak your name.

I've called you from your wandering,

Your search must end, return to me!

But you can only lust and seek,

You cannot love your Aisling free.

 

Now I am old in wondering

If love is what you once pursued,

Or if the seasons working change

Can never touch the dream you viewed.

My Aengus chases death and blood,

And loves me with a butcher's boon:

The fallen apples of  the sun,

Forgotten apples of the moon.

Reviews

[JC]

stunningly beautiful poem Cadence. Great job.