In my mind, April is my brothers month, just like May is mine, and June and November belong to my sisters. He was born on the 19th, a Good Friday in 1946. It’s been half a year already since he was ‘stolen’ from us, no longer a child of course, but still a child of the earth and the universe and lost to us much too soon.
So here’s a rather melancholy tune for our last April Friday. Poetry set to music. I guess I’m still in my saudade mood. Bring on the rain.
The Stolen Child
(Words by W.B.Yeats-Music by Loreena McKennitt)
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
By far off 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
Whilst 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 you can understand.
That was beautiful.
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I think so too – just a lovely sweet song and a voice that gives me shivers.
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love,love,love
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I’m so glad to be able to share it. 🙂
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I adore LM. What a nice tribute to your brother. I have to drive to Calgary today, think ill dig out my The Visit cd and have a listen as I make that arduous drive.
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I agree it’s a long and boring drive from here to there – hope some great music helped make it better.
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Lovely, and sad. I’m planning to write about my brother for this prompt too. I’m luckier as he’s still in the world, just on the other side of it. Funnily enough he was born on a Good Friday in April too (17th in 1981). I’m sorry for your loss.
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There are all kinds of separations, none of them easy. Hope you have lots of happy memories too.
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This so spooky. I used this poem for one of my Toastmaster’s speeches. I love W.B,Yeats and Loreena McKennitt is the best. I have all her albums. Dianne
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I think we must be related somehow….lol
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Paula from The Temenos Journal introduced me to Loreena McKennitt. Her voice is lovely, as is yours, Grandmalin. {{{hugs}}} Kozo
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Thank you – I will never sing out loud for you so you will never change your mind about that in any way. lol I follow the Temenos Journal too. It’s fun finding all these people who introduce us to things we might have missed on our own. xxoo
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Wonderful poem! I lost my younger brother just this last month…he was 61 and died from myotonic dystrophy. He was a kind and gentle soul. I am sorry for your loss…there is never enough time.
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Awww…so sorry – it’s a very hard process to rebound from the loss of a sibling. All we can do is treasure the memories and the happy times.
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