The Song of Wandering Aengus. Words by W.B.Yeats. Spoken by Michael Gambon
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- 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 a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone 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.
Without doubt the loveliest reading of this beautiful poem I have ever heard. RIP Michael Gambon.
Through the prism of these words I look forward to a moment when I am looking back at the sweetness of life, seeing it stretching out behind me, but not ahead of me. When that moment arrives, I will recite this poem and move confidenttly toward whatever awaits, grateful to be accompanied by these words.
I can appreciate these words. Beautiful comment.
So be it
I am reading this poem at my fathers funeral tomorrow
Don't forget to see the magic of this moment through the prism of the beautiful poem
@@julieharris7380 and I hope someone will read it at mine when I pass
The human heart is a wild place. This reading reminds me the heart reaches to great heights, and that only by going there, only by way of the heart, the imperatives of the heart, the attachments that break us and form us do we really become human. I'd forgotten. So much of what I'd hunted and lured and trapped and murdered and lost in the eternity of youth, in the moonlight of reason, the sunlight of make believe, science, politics, and craft, until the crunching under my feet became finally unintelligible. So much have I forgotten.
RIP Michael always loved your wonderful voice and acting 😢
Dumbledore will always live on
Yeats and Gambon -- perfection. I watch and listen several times per week ... and get choked up every time.
Yup. Me too.
An Ireland I will always feel part of. The spiritual side of Ireland, where I want to wander in my afterlife. But as for modern Ireland? I left twenty years ago and no longer feel a part of the culture or have an understanding of how and why poeple there think the way they do. . I am a stranger now in strange lands and will remain so. But the Celtic/mystical Ireland? Time, distance and dislocation can never take that from me.
I think of my late wife every time I read this poem. I read it quite a bit.
god bless you
So sorry 🙏 😔 sir, God will never want to do it, ♥
...praise be to God...🌈
That says so much about the life you had together. May beautiful memories give you peace and strength.
Utterly beautiful. I was moved to tears.
"The silver apples of the moon ... the golden apples of the sun ..." what a powerful ending to a magical poem! I've had them in my head for forty years. I hear them best in my imagination/ inner voice ...it's always a little strange when someone else is actually reciting them ... with that said, this is still a pleasing presentation ... voice, visuals and music (how about that swan ... for anyone who knows Yeats' work that piece alone is mindblowing!)
Owen
Lydia
Oilver
Amelia
Dad
The transient illusions of youth and beauty
I was born deaf and my ex-husband had me to listen the Irish songs and I did enjoy the beautiful songs and I like Scottish songs, too. and then when I listened to Herb Albert's songs and then my ex-husband wanted to test me to see if I recognize the American music which he did and he fell out of the chair when I listened to that song and did recognize Herb Albert's song. He was so happy that I can hear the music and recognize Herb's song. Now I hardly listen to any songs after we were divorced and he has passed away. I missed to listen the songs as I have no hearing aids. Smile.
NIce.
I always have smiles when there is a positive reference to a girl, the Moon, and the Sun. Beautiful poem. Peace, Love, Namaste
RIP Sir Michael Gambon🖤
Stirring rendition of this poignant, haunting early Yeats's poem. Very fine correspondence of the poem with video.
i discovered this poem under favour of Ray Bradbury. I was in bookstore and i saw his book called "Golden Apples of the Sun" and the book attracted me cause its cover was beautiful and its name caught my attention. i red that author's other books before so i knew that book couldn't be bad so I bought it. When i went back home I just saw that poem's last verses on the first page and I googled it and found out that all poem and this video. Now I listen this before sleeping.
Ray Bradbury and his book was how I was introduced to this poem and Yeats' other poetry too! It's cool when one thing you read brings you to other new reading.
dumbledore reading yeats. so awesome
This is and will always be my favorite poem, ever since discovering it my 9th grade English book.
Mine too..my dear uncle/father used to quote it in full to me in the later parts of a bottle of red.He was old then and it was of him.Its the finest parts of him and now I feel I've inherited it.Its become a mystical connection now that he has passed.
This is one of my favorite poems as well.
its flawless, reminds me of my youth but makes me look hard on the present as well
For me it was 4th grade. This poem was in the front of one our lit sections. The imagery captured me as no other poem has.
This is where my mom chose my name.
I presume you've heard of St. Aengus's Church, Donegal: www.declanworld.com/photos/burt/images/burt003.jpg
IT'S THE LYRICAL MYSTICISM THAT I FIND ENTRALLING ABOUT THE POEM
You could no nothing about English except minimal knowledge and it would still sound like music
Irony
more irony.
Sublime.
Impressive reading overwhelmed by superfluous, background music, blunting the imagery created by the words.
This was totally inadvertent. Found when looking for Irish soda bread recipe. It has the same references of Faerie, the golden apples and silver apples in it. Just read about those in some Irish folklore in a novel I am reading. A women has a dream where they are offered by the King of Faerie. Very interesting and nice photography with the silver moon on the water etc.
Precioso poema, muy bien recitado, y magnífico vídeo.
Wonderful!
Great poem , Great voice thank you WB and MG unforgettable.
Goodbye Sir.
RIP Michael Gambon
splendid clip - beautfiul recitation
For me it's about glimpsing the Goddess.
As a long time admirer of MG I flashed him a smile when I saw him emerging from a secondhand bookshop on the east coast. In return I got a fabulous scowl, So funny, I still think he's brilliant!
wow, adorable voice. He gotta powerful voice.
This poem is about an old Irish story of Wandering Aengus. He actually finds the girl at the end after wandering all his lifetime around Ireland.
Rest In Peace ❤
Sublime. Both poet and reader.
I have come back to this a thousand times. It’s balm. Rest well, Michael.
The final stanza is simply numinous. Great reading 👍🏻
why people like poetry
Exquisite
I love this! Thank You.
My favourite Irish poet William Butler Yeats
Yeats put prophetic vision into words here. One wonders what dreams or visions he had writing this.
Extraordinary experience.
Lovely. The words, music & voice complement perfectly.
How wonderful. Absolutely magnificent
Im reading this book and its called The Land of the Silver Apples. And it has this in it.
R.I.P. Michael Gambon
by far my favorite Yeats poem
WASSUP MY TWIZZY
Very, very beautiful..
Simpfly perfect
Dumbledore reading to you and Nicholas Hoopers orchestrating it, just amazing!
So, my 3rd period teacher gave me this poem too memorized in two weeks. She played this video in class and we all laughed hysterically because. . . you may know why. Anyways, wish me luck so i can actually memorize this poem.
I love Christy Moore's musical version. Mystical and enchanting. American folk singer Burl Ives was the first person as far as I know who recorded it as a song.
Like another commentor here, I first found this through a collection of Ray Bradbury stories. The title struck at me. Then I read the inside inscription and thr visual imagery of golden and silver apples growing on both the Moon and the sun, was so stunning I had to find the rest of the poem.
The rest of the poem, unconnected to those bottom lines, is also agonisingly beautiful. Was it real? Was she a genuine being? Or was it some figment of madness that has been torturing him until old age? Sad either way. It's also, to be less mystical, an experience many people have. Of desperately craving after someone you love, killing yourselves over the agony of it, even though the love you share is as ephemeral as the vision of the golden girl.
this poem was by w.b.yeats (william butler yeats ) a native irish man from co. sligo. this si true as are many more of his poems hes a very good poem writer you should look up more of his poems there really good
@@jackiemcgowan2930 got a big book of his poems a while back. Hes beautiful. I have quite a mixed interest in poems (literary wise, I'm a firm modernist, albeit a disappointed one), I'd usually find this kind of romantic mysticism rather nauseating. But the way he conveys it is so stunning it transcends his rather backwards looking politucs.
Favourite poem from when I was at school.
Michael Macliammor also recorded this.
This is amazing.
Perfect intonation !
# Nice nice 👍 nice beautiful and finally awesome sir 🙏 ☺ ♥, jai ho! 🌍 🇮🇳 🙏 ☺
Perfect!
am i the only one that discovered this poem through that one star trek enterprise episode?
No, I'm watching it right now. :)
Christie Moore sings this on "Ride On"
so beautiful
Rest well, darling man.
Stunning
The best!
Exquisite , so radiant a rendering of this beautiful poem .
Do come to visit Sligo and the places that inspired WB Yeats .
Sincerest thanks .
Truly so beautiful and uplifting
hey thumbs up if that one star trek enterprise episode brought you here too
This is beautiful
What a master vocalist! Does it get any better than this? Michael is such an inspiration! Thank you for your beauty and skill.
I'm reading the Book
The Bridges of Madison County,
(◍•ᴗ•◍)
That's why I'm here.
Bellissima poesia! Bella anche la canzone composta da Donovan.
To be listened for years !
He's a dub...
Dumbledore be vibing
WB Yeats is my favorite today 🎉❤
Beautiful 💕💕💕
I didn't know Dumbledore knew Yeats' poems
Beautifully narrated
love this poem
Mr. Gambon, you also voiced Bean in Fantastic mr. Fox.
Now, would you be my favour to potray Judge Turpin in my remake of Sweeney Todd?
these beautiful words and this beautiful voice would obviously be entirely inadequate without the racket of the background music that we must now expect and surrender to as an unrequested and imposed addendum to so much of our consume-consume experience nowadays. Lets' just block it out and practice limiting awareness to get by.
Beautiful
Beautiful )
Fantastic WBY
gorgeous
Clint Eastwood's Bridges of Madison County introduced me to Yeats.
Rest. Such a fine actor.
God blessings amens
dumbledore?? Is That You??
Christy Moore put this to music... beautiful versions both...
Dave Van Ronk's performance of Yeats poem is perfect, sublime, most haunting, (for myself anyway). It's on his 'No Dirty Names' LP, released late '60s. Take a listen on You Tube. Donovan's just lame
Thank you Dave. You are right. I did not know it by van Ronk, and it is most haunting. In Spain, they would say: “tiene Duende”. Thank you for sharing your thought.
YASS DUMBLEDORE
Megusta escuchar para reflexionar
Dumbledore gently talking to your ear :D
very dramatic with feeling
Gambon’s version or Christy’s version…tough to choose. I’ll have both, thank you!
One of Yeats' poems most arresting poems has to be 'Aedh -He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven' - beautifully touching on the realm of unfulfilled desire and the impact that love can have on our fragile hearts. Simon Paxton has recorded it here: th-cam.com/video/vGioFVgtvGU/w-d-xo.html
My teacher had assigned us questions to this poem
Jacob, tell your teacher that to analyse this poem, is no better than autopsy.
Remind her how a small child tells a story....Full of " ands" and drippings of dreams.
Then tell her to just drink the sound of the long vowels, and write nothing of it all.
The Kettering Incident reminded me of this...