Saturday, March 19, 2011

WB Yeats - The song of wandering Aengus

WB Yeats shows another color of singing oneness in this poem. The song of desire for the ultimate beauty is what he sings. The unending desire for beauty to step into your life, the dream of enjoying fruits in the arms of this beauty, is nothing else, but singing Ekonkar. Attaining this beauty, mind you my soul, is not as important. Krishna told you bluntly in Bhagwad Gita: "do your work, forget the fruits". The search -- this path itself -- is the beautiful purpose of life, the singing of Elonkar. Sing this poem now:


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.