The Wind Among the Reeds E-Book

W.b.yeats

• Herausgeber: Interactive Media
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

The Wind Among the Reeds

Leseprobe

W. B. Yeats

The Wind

Among the Reeds

New Edition

LONDON ∙ NEW YORK ∙ TORONTO ∙ SAO PAULO ∙ MOSCOW

PARIS ∙ MADRID ∙ BERLIN ∙ ROME ∙ MEXICO CITY ∙ MUMBAI ∙ SEOUL ∙ DOHA

TOKYO ∙ SYDNEY ∙ CAPE TOWN ∙ AUCKLAND ∙ BEIJING

New Edition

Published by Sovereign Classic

This Edition

First published in 2019

Copyright © 2019 Sovereign Classic

All Rights Reserved.

ISBN: 9781787249974

Contents

THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS

THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE

THE EVERLASTING VOICES

THE MOODS

AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART

THE HOST OF THE AIR

BREASAL THE FISHERMAN

A CRADLE SONG

INTO THE TWILIGHT

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER

THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY

THE HEART OF THE WOMAN

AEDH LAMENTS THE LOSS OF LOVE

MONGAN LAMENTS THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED

MICHAEL ROBARTES BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE

HANRAHAN REPROVES THE CURLEW

MICHAEL ROBARTES REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY

A POET TO HIS BELOVED

AEDH GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES

TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR

THE CAP AND BELLS

THE VALLEY OF THE BLACK PIG

MICHAEL ROBARTES ASKS FORGIVENESS BECAUSE OF HIS MANY MOODS

AEDH TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS

AEDH TELLS OF THE PERFECT BEAUTY

AEDH HEARS THE CRY OF THE SEDGE

AEDH THINKS OF THOSE WHO HAVE SPOKEN EVIL OF HIS BELOVED

THE BLESSED

THE SECRET ROSE

HANRAHAN LAMENTS BECAUSE OF HIS WANDERINGS

THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION

THE POET PLEADS WITH HIS FRIEND FOR OLD FRIENDS

HANRAHAN SPEAKS TO THE LOVERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS

AEDH PLEADS WITH THE ELEMENTAL POWERS

AEDH WISHES HIS BELOVED WERE DEAD

AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

MONGAN THINKS OF HIS PAST GREATNESS

NOTES

THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS

THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE

The host is riding from Knocknarea

And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;

Caolte tossing his burning hair

And Niamh calling Away, come away:

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,

Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,

Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,

Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;

And if any gaze on our rushing band,

We come between him and the deed of his hand,

We come between him and the hope of his heart.

The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day,

And where is there hope or deed as fair?

Caolte tossing his burning hair,

And Niamh calling Away, come away.

THE EVERLASTING VOICES

O sweet everlasting Voices be still;

Go to the guards of the heavenly fold

And bid them wander obeying your will

Flame under flame, till Time be no more;

Have you not heard that our hearts are old,

That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,

In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?

O sweet everlasting Voices be still.

THE MOODS

Time drops in decay,

Like a candle burnt out,

And the mountains and woods

Have their day, have their day;

What one in the rout

Of the fire-born moods,

Has fallen away?

AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,

The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,

The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,

Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;

I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,

With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold

For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

THE HOST OF THE AIR

O’Driscoll drove with a song,