The Cuchulain cycle includes five dramas Celtic: At the Hawk

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
Unlike our Neverland, Innisfree really exist. It 'an uninhabited island in Lough Gill, near Sligo, Ireland. The author had been young, bird watching and listening to the stories of the boatmen. Years later, Yeats, who moved aa London, is walking along the gray and noisy sidewalks of Fleet Street when suddenly is struck by the sound of a fountain: the gurgling water brings back the gentle lapping of Lough Gill, and is overwhelmed by the desire to run to take refuge there, on that island that contrasts terribly with the chaotic city in which he lives. The poem "Lake Isle of Innisfree", unlike many others written in the same period, does not contain references to mysticism and the occult so dear to Yeats: represents aeon online the dream of an ideal life, perhaps a utopia, but so comforting! And raise your hand if he never opened his eyes on the same dream.
"You who would judge me, do not judge by this or that book, come to this place to hang the portraits of my friends and watch them: the history aeon online of Ireland is painted in their features; think where human glory begins and ends, and say my glory was to have such friends. "
Angelo Branduardi puts music in these verses in his "Innisfree, the island on the lake", by inserting it in the album live "Without plug" of 2009. In Ireland there are many songs of Innisfree, but none takes the poetry of Yeats. Reply Delete
When you are old and gray and sleep onusta, and sonnecchierai by the fire, take this book and read slowly, and dreams of the sweet look that had once your eyes, and their deep shadow. In many loved your moments of glad grace, aeon online And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim your soul, and I love the sorrows of your face that incessant was changing. Now bent beside all'ardente grill fireplace and whispers, with some sadness, like love vanished, and wandered up over the mountains, and hid her face in a swarm of stars. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Reply Delete
WHEN YOU ARE OLD - WB Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep, aeon online And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes Had ounces, and of Their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows aeon online of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid His face Among a crowd of stars. aeon online Delete
Innisfree is very beautiful, and to appreciate aeon online the other say that I have the right age haha! Yeats is a writer beloved by those who know him, but not often. To you then I would have expected the proposal of the "Cycle of Cuchulain," we have discussed separately. It 's true, in some ways (never was more appropriate word) we can bring it closer aeon online to the great Romantic poets: the beauty of nature, the feelings of others aeon online exposed to judgment. In other ways, like Coleridge, like Blake, we are faced with a writer devoted to the complex and supernatural stories. Ireland is definitely a land of ancient culture and magic, and it is a worthy representative Yeats. Reply Delete
The Cuchulain cycle includes five dramas Celtic: At the Hawk's Well (At the Hawk's Well); The helmet verde (The Green Helmet); On to sea Baile (On Baile's Strand); The only jealousy of Emer (The Only Jealousy of Emer), and The Death of Cuchulain (The Death of Cuchulain). I have the Garzanti edition, edited aeon online by Melita Cataldi. Delete
this is another poem that we can define romantic: I have always liked because it reminds me of a story of when I was small; I guess seeing aeon online the majestic swans glide in the water among the stones and slowly turn into beautiful princes, all except the last one, the one with a wing instead of an arm ... There is something magical in the great spectacles of nature , something that man can not control, only admire. Only someone very good can do more: paint it, or put it in verse, or in music, aeon online and excite us, especially when we ourselves are not able to express what nature makes us feel. And Yeats is very good. WILD SWANS A COOLE, WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The trees are in their autumn aeon online beauty, The woodland paths are dry, in the twilight of October the water reflects a still sky; water among the stones there are fifty swans. This is the nineteenth autumn since the first time I counted them; I saw them, before I finished the bill, all in