W.B. YEATS

The Song of Wandering Aengus (1899)

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 aflame,
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.

Corina Onofrei

W.B. YEATS

Cantecul Ratacitorului Aengus

Fiind prada gandurilor,
Am plecat in padurea de aluni,
Si o ramura-am taiat,
Si de ea o mura-am atarnat.
Cand larvele erau gata sa isi ia zborul,
Cand stelele albe abia se mai vedeau
Mura-n rau am scufundat
Peste un peste argintiu am dat.

Cand l-am lasat jos
Si m-am dus sa intetesc focul,
Fosni ceva in jur,
Si m-am auzit strigat :
Fantomatic se transformase intr-o fata,
Cu flori de mar in al ei par,
Care m-a strigat si a fugit
Dispersandu-se-n lumina.

Chiar daca am imbatranit ratacind
Mergand peste vai si peste dealuri
Tot voi afla unde a disparut
Si am sa o alint si de mana am s-o tin;
Voi merge prin iarba verde si patata,
Voi atinge atata vreme cat va fi timp,
Merele argintii ale lunii,
Merele aurii ale soarelui.