

I love to think of Celtic mythology at this time of year and dredge up my favorite poems and stories by Yeats, Joyce, Heaney, etc. Last year I highlighted the
Song of Wanderin' Angus (the Celtic god of love and youth) by Yeats; this year I found another lass thinking about Dream Angus, too.
". . . Will he come to me, Dream Angus,
Come quietly throug the evening light,
Come when I do not expect him, and I am sleepy,
Come when I am drowsy, when I am ready for rest;
Will he come to me, Dream Angus?
. . .

Will I see the birds about his head,
The birds that are his kisses?
Will I believe that each of us,
Even he who thinks himself unloved,
May be transformed, made different
By one who finds him marvelous? Will I think that?"
~by Alexander McCall Smith from
Dream Angus 

Slainte!
4 comments:
...louciao... said...
Such delightfully colourful and varied images. I raise a glass of Guiness to you!
March 11, 2011 1:26 PM
Margaret Pangert said...
May the Irish hills caress you,
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
Cheers!
March 11, 2011 8:54 PM
Diana said...
This was wonderful, I don't know how I missed it! Love Di ♥
March 12, 2011 6:47 AM
Margaret Pangert said...
Hi, Diana! Cheers! Love, Margaret