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national poetry month
November 2009 
Happy National Poetry Month!
Posted on Apr 16th, 2009
by 
Naumadd
Naumadd
My Gaia friend Enlightened Thinker has generously shared Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" in honor of this month's poetry celebrations. In keeping with my own passions for poetry, I thought I too would offer a favorite poem by one of those sensitive souls who grant us such insightful art.
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W.B. Yeats
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 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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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 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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Many more Yeats poems can be found at the Poetry Archive online and at other websites. Also check out the Wikipedia entry for William Butler Yeats.
Naumadd
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You have chosen the perfect Poet to celebrate the April month of Poetry.
Then again, I must confess to a complete adoration of Yeats.
Blessings~