a glimmering girl

I don't know about you, but I do not recall the last time (or even any other time in the history of me) that someone quoted a poem and purposefully meant to express something about me with its words. If this sort of thing occurred in my youth and I simply can't remember, I think it is probably because I was too young to appreciate it. OR it truly has never happened and I am just now entering a new realm of open and unafraid adult interactions. AND this person has a lovely way with words, even borrowed words.  I can hardly fathom the experience. I was already pondering on a great deal of things with my roller coaster of a life carrying me away on a daily basis, but now this. This is just wow. What can one do with such a romantic and seriously charming expression? I am without words at this point, so I will share the poem with you and invite you to share your thoughts on the subject.

 

 

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 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.