WB Yeats died this day 75 years ago. ... heres Christy Moore singing Yeats poem, The Song of Wandering Aengus - about the lifelong search for perfect love. Sigh. 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. youtube/watch?v=rz_m8TnHhYw
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 16:38:52 +0000
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