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W.B.Yeats: News for the Delphic Oracle (2) This is from Yeats' last poems. As he got older (More) This is from Yeats' last poems. As he got older he, like so many of us, found that the restraints of his youth and middle age fell from him. 'Why should not old men be mad?' he asked in one of these late poems. And in another: You think it horrible that lust and rage should dance attention upon my old age; they were not such a plague when I was young; what else have I to spur me into song? 'News for the Delphic Oracle' is a melange of all his old favourite themes: Irish mythology, Greek myth and philosophy, dolphins and lust. And a wonderful poem it is especially if one reads it (as Yeats would surely have wished) with due attention to metre, rhythm and rhyme. Then it is very nearly song. I made two versions of this poem, because on Windows Movie Maker it is impossible to narrate timeline while audio-vision is playing: you can have my voice with accompanying music and pictures, but you cannot hear and see me and listen to music and watch pictures at the same time. So: I present both versions for your delight. If you have a preference, please tell me! (Perhaps Microsoft will issue a new improved program so that one can hear and see everything at once!!) The music is from Ravel's Daphnis and Chloe. News for the Delphic Oracle There all the golden codgers lay, there the silver dew, and the great water sighed for love, and the wind sighed too. Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed by Oisin on the grass; there sighed amid his choir of love tall Pythagoras. Plotinus came and looked about, the salt-flakes on his breast, and having stretched and yawned awhile lay sighing like the rest. Straddling each a dolphin's back and steadied by a fin, those Innocents re-live their death, their wounds open again. The ecstatic waters laugh because their cries are sweet and strange, through their ancestral patterns dance, and the brute dolphins plunge until, in some cliff-sheltered bay where wades the choir of love proffering its sacred laurel crowns, they pitch their burdens off. Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped, Peleus on Thetis stares. Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid, Love has blinded him with tears; but Thetis belly listens. Down the mountain walls from where Pan's cavern is intolerable music falls. Foul goat-head, brutal arm appear, belly shoulder, bum, flash fishlike; nymphs and satyrs copulate in the foam. (Less)
W.B.Yeats: News for the Delphic Oracle (1) This is from Yeats' last poems. As he got older (More) This is from Yeats' last poems. As he got older he, like so many of us, found that the restraints of his youth and middle age fell from him. 'Why should not old men be mad?' he asked in one of these late poems. And in another: You think it horrible that lust and rage should dance attention upon my old age; they were not such a plague when I was young; what else have I to spur me into song? 'News for the Delphic Oracle' is a melange of all his old favourite themes: Irish mythology, Greek myth and philosophy, dolphins and lust. And a wonderful poem it is especially if one reads it (as Yeats would surely have wished) with due attention to metre, rhythm and rhyme. Then it is very nearly song. I made two versions of this poem, because on Windows Movie Maker it is impossible to narrate timeline while audio-vision is playing: you can have my voice with accompanying music and pictures, but you cannot hear and see me and listen to music and watch pictures at the same time. So: I present both versions for your delight. If you have a preference, please tell me! (Perhaps Microsoft will issue a new improved program so that one can hear and see everything at once!!) The music is by Ravel, the Daphnis and Chloe Suite. News for the Delphic Oracle There all the golden codgers lay, there the silver dew, and the great water sighed for love, and the wind sighed too. Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed by Oisin on the grass; there sighed amid his choir of love tall Pythagoras. Plotinus came and looked about, the salt-flakes on his breast, and having stretched and yawned awhile lay sighing like the rest. Straddling each a dolphin's back and steadied by a fin, those Innocents re-live their death, their wounds open again. The ecstatic waters laugh because their cries are sweet and strange, through their ancestral patterns dance, and the brute dolphins plunge until, in some cliff-sheltered bay where wades the choir of love proffering its sacred laurel crowns, they pitch their burdens off. Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped, Peleus on Thetis stares. Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid, Love has blinded him with tears; but Thetis belly listens. Down the mountain walls from where Pan's cavern is intolerable music falls. Foul goat-head, brutal arm appear, belly shoulder, bum, flash fishlike; nymphs and satyrs copulate in the foam. (Less)
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