The Song of Wandering Aengus 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.
...this is how it ends. Poetic, inevitable and final. I was lucky to come back, after I heard my name called out, followed by a fade-to-grey. There is a lady whom I have and will always meet, from life to life. She has always forgiven me.
Gambon manages to create the perfect combination of lilting voice, and earthy voice, natural and then trancelike inflection. The sound track interferes.
Knkdhaara strotm 1/21 हरी के लिए,जो परमानंद का घना आभुष्ण पहनते हैं , देवी लक्ष्मीजी इस तरह जिनसे आकर्षित होती हैं -जैसे शहद की मखी काले अनखुले आंवले के पेड़ की पंखुड़ियों से आकर्षित होती हैं.जो सब अच्छी वस्तुओं की देवी हैं ,मुझ पर अपनी दृष्टि डालें ताकि मुझे समृधि प्राप्त हो miley 2/21 बार बार उन कटाक्षों के द्वारा जो संकोच और प्रेम से भरे हैं,जो दूध के महासागर से उत्पन हुई हैं जो मुरारी -भगवान विष्णु जो मुर राक्षस के शत्रु हैं ,के चेहरे के लिए मधुमखियाँ जैसे सुंदर नीलकमल के लिए हैं,उनकी कृपादृष्टि से मुझ पर धन की वर्षा करें-आदि शंकराचार्य-प्रस्तुती-अशोक ashok
Such great poetry does not need loudly intrusive music, and certainly not a rendering in which the metre of the verse is held up between lines. A shame to misuse a great actor.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
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.
Aengus was the Irish god of love
The words of a master, read by a master. Beautiful.
OH I love this.
Beautifully read .
Gorgeous poem and gorgeously read by Mr
Gambon
Simply beautiful. A perfect combination of voice, words and images
...this is how it ends. Poetic, inevitable and final. I was lucky to come back, after I heard my name called out, followed by a fade-to-grey. There is a lady whom I have and will always meet, from life to life. She has always forgiven me.
One of the most beautiful poems ever. And what a perfect rendering!
I love this poem and his reading of it
This is simply magical. Fantastic.
Have watched this about 50 times. Excellent
Love this poem and his reading of it
I can listen his voice all day.
Excellent!!!
Beautiful
Is my tear not but a contradiction, to those who claim no wonder hides within our cardinal design?
Thank you for this,
Love the reading, love the music, love the images
So beautiful ❤
stunning
Damn, my son! Beautifully read! This was an invocation of a poetry spell!
Wow. Just wow. Would love to hear Yeats' "The Withering of the Boughs" read by him.
Words which stop the day or night,
cannot detach Dumbledore from this voice.
My most greatest poem
Golden apples of the sun.
How magical
Great rendering of Yeats poem.
Michael Mecava Great rendering of Yeats’s great poem.
Wow, how lovely.
No, I think the music/video complements it beautifully.
I don't like the sounds as much but I like the music with it.
wow!...just wow!!
Beautiful ...
Marvellous
Devastating oh wow
Sublime
Gambon manages to create the perfect combination of lilting voice, and earthy voice, natural and then trancelike inflection. The sound track interferes.
Kiki Perry indeed it does
Agreed, the Voice does it all in this rendition, music is an unnecessary distraction."Less is more"
That was magical.
I have also heard this sang by Christy Moore. Beautiful❤
Genius is a word attributed to all kinds of mediocrity nowadays. Listen to the words of WB Yeats and understand what genius really is.
Beautifully well done!!! Thank you!
Doctor Who recites this in The Leftovers. That scene sent shivers down my spine.
La Belleza existe, no nos conformemos con menos, no caigamos en lugares comunes y estulticias.
Beauty exists. Let us not be satisfied with less. Let's not fall into common and ignorant places.
I close my eyes and hear professor Dumbledore.
albus perceval wulfrick brian dumbledore
Ed Ram I close my eyes & hear Wandering Aengus.
"Dumbledoore said calmly"
superb
Knkdhaara strotm
1/21
हरी के लिए,जो परमानंद का घना आभुष्ण पहनते हैं ,
देवी लक्ष्मीजी इस तरह जिनसे आकर्षित होती हैं -जैसे शहद की मखी काले अनखुले आंवले के पेड़ की
पंखुड़ियों से आकर्षित होती हैं.जो सब अच्छी वस्तुओं की देवी हैं ,मुझ पर अपनी दृष्टि डालें ताकि मुझे समृधि प्राप्त हो
miley
2/21
बार बार उन कटाक्षों के द्वारा जो संकोच और प्रेम से भरे हैं,जो दूध के महासागर से उत्पन हुई हैं जो मुरारी -भगवान विष्णु
जो मुर राक्षस के शत्रु हैं ,के चेहरे के लिए मधुमखियाँ जैसे सुंदर नीलकमल के लिए हैं,उनकी कृपादृष्टि से मुझ पर धन की
वर्षा करें-आदि शंकराचार्य-प्रस्तुती-अशोक
ashok
Music by Donovan (Leitch): ruclips.net/video/Yn6FwUtXhuc/видео.html
Owns Colin Farell- When you are old..
Anyone know what the soundtrack is?
Beautifully read by a dubliner.
franco sixtynine Yes, that’s as it may be, but he doesn’t sound like a Dubliner.
I was about to say the truth. But the truth came first...... There is no Irish voice in him....
And a Cabra man at that. ❤
Agra ahon
Such great poetry does not need loudly intrusive music, and certainly not a rendering in which the metre of the verse is held up between lines. A shame to misuse a great actor.
The music is way Too loud!
Beautiful