Thursday, April 1, 2010

Gentle April Post Number 1.1: And No More Turn Aside and Brood

Just got back from the library's Poetry Program that is being held up in the library's lobby (tea; biscuits; live poetry readings) in honor of National Poetry Month and I figured Why not share one of my all-time favorite poems with you folks?

WHO GOES WITH FERGUS? By W.B. Yeats
WHO will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

2 comments:

  1. Oddly enough, I thought your fave poem would be:

    When you hear the call of the wild panther,
    Don't anther.

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  2. I had the Dishevelled Wandering Stars in my NCAA pool.

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