Glimmering Girl ( MEAV versionant un poema de Yeats)

10.Glimmering girl

Méav / Craig Leon.  Lyrics from ‘The Song of Wandering Aengus’ by WB Yeats.

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 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.

Vaig sortir cap el bosc d´avellaners

perque un foc cremava el meu cervell,

vaig tallar i pelar una branca

engantxant-hi una  baia com esquer.

I quan blanques papallones de nit vàren alçar el vol

i com estrelles blanques  s´anaven esvaint

aleshores vaig llençar la baia al rierol

i vaig pescar una petita truita platejada.

Quan la vaig deixar al terra

i em disposava a apagar el  foc que em cremava,

alguna  cosa  va cruixir

i em va cridar pel meu nom.

La truita s´havia convertit

en una noia de llum pàl.lida

amb una flor de pomer en els seus cabells

Que em va cridar pel meu nom

i va marxar corrent

desapareixent  a través

del vent il.luminat.

I encara que m´hagi fet vell buscant-la

per terres de valls,

per terres de muntanyes,

Al final descobriré on  ha marxat.

I li prendré la mà

i li besaré els llavis

i caminarem per l´herba alta i pigallada

i ens posarem a  recollir

fins la fi de tots els temps

les pomes argentades de la lluna,

les pomes daurades del sol