NPPF - Preliminary - Hazel

[cfalbert]

Have you found any critical work which tries to make sense of the use of any
particular type of tree or flower in English Romantic poetry? In those cases
where it is NOT the central metaphor, of course...


love,
cfa


love,
cfa
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Jasper Fidget" <jasper at hatguild.org>
To: <pynchon-l at waste.org>
Sent: Thursday, July 10, 2003 12:04 PM
Subject: NPPF - Preliminary - Hazel


> Just dug these two out of the heap by my desk -- I guess they're general
> enough not to step on anybody's toes (by the way, thanks to all who've
> appreciated these preliminaries; I have tons of material on PF remaining,
> and await only the proper time to post it -- after the section-host has
had
> their hour):
>
> (from)
> Sir Walter Scott
> "The Lady of the Lake"
>
> The stag at eve had drunk his fill,
> Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,
> And deep his midnight lair had made
> In lone Glenartney's hazel shade....
>
> (all)
> Yeats
> "The Song of Wandering Aengus"
>
> 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 a-flame,
> But something rustled on the floor,
> And someone 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.
>
>
> akaHasperDidget
>
>