Monday, August 01, 2011

Listen to a poem "Wandering Aengus" by W.B. Yeats

Audio Reading of Poem Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats
This poem is from the collection of poems by Yeats called A Poet to His Beloved, which contains Yeats' early poems to Maud Gonne.

by: W.B. Yeats
       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 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.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Camping World and Good Sam Club

Safer Release

Sensei, is this an Indicator?

Mono Lake Inn 

Rod by Galvan out of Sonora, CA

I found a nature object and used it as rest for the rod like the resting place for a chopstick.

On the San Joaquin, Devils Post Pile, Day 4

Weasel Muskrat in the Meadow

Bright Morning Light Devils Post Pile

Sign and Yogi the Bear Furniture