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William Butler Yeats (Irlande 1865 – 1939) par Loreena McKennitt | The Stolen Child

 

William Butler Yeats ( Irlande 1865 – 1939 )

 

William Butler Yeats 

 

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

William Butler Yeats

The stolen child
Auteur : William Butler Yeats
Compositeur, interprète : Loreena McKennitt

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kenneth White | L’Écosse en hiver

 

 

kenneth white Terre-de-diamant

 

 

Pour MacDiarmid

 

 

L’Écosse en hiver
vent hurlant autour des pics blancs

j’ai longé les bords de la rivière Druie
parmi les bouleaux d’argent et les pins dorés
pensant à ta poésie

à présent dans le Lairig Ghru
au cœur du paysage ontologique
seul avec le corps de diamant.

 

Kenneth White, Terre de Diamant, Les Cahiers Rouges/Grasset, Édition revue et augmentée, Traduction française par P. Jaworski et M.-C. White, 2013, pp.70/71.

 

 

 

 

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The Mystic’s Dream
Auteur, compositeur, interprète : Loreena McKennitt