Monday, February 2, 2009

Brighid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam

Photo by MarcusObal

Branches Up, Roots Down made a call out for Pagans to post their own poetry, or poems they like in honour of the Goddess Brighid for Imbolc (4th year running).

My picks are both by William Butler Yeats.

The Arrow

I thought of your beauty and this arrow
Made out of a wild thought is in my marrow.
There's no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Blossom pale, she pulled down the pale blossom
At the moth hour and hid it in her bosom.
This beauty's kinder yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.

He Remembers Forgotten Beauty

When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only the gods' eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew,
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.




perma_culture said...

Those are very pretty poems. WB Yeats is one of my favorites =^)

Anonymous said...

very nice! i am doing a painting right now inspired by hosting of the sidhe.

nefaeria said...

You two have excellent taste ;)