Thursday, November 09, 2006

Two Trees

I am awfully sorry what happened yesterday. I know being drunk and totally stoned is no excuse for what I did ...

I was a dumbass ...sorry again for that!

Greg and I had a very severe discussion and - well it is private! I won't tell though ...

Everything is cleared now - and I am sitting here - waiting for dinner ... Sweetcorn with strouse steak *yummie*

This evening I'll stay with soda - promised!

While waiting for dinner I am hearing Loreena McKennitt "The Two Trees" - my favourite poem, written by Yeats!

Just let me recite it for you:

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wing├Ęd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
By the way, do you believe in reincarnation? Gregory and I had an interesting debate about it ... perhaps we lived and met in a former life ... would explain a lot - all the longing we had - all those feelings, like someone was missing and you didnt know it until ... well until you met him.
This brings me to my story - about the day we first met ...
I'll write it down after dinner!


Julia Brooklyn said...

nice poem... but momently I'm not in a mood for that. guess... it makes me a bit sad.

Dr. James Wilson said...

Oh ... but it is so wonderful! I can let my mind go astray *sighs*

Julia Brooklyn said...

*smile* It's really great.