vineri, 7 decembrie 2012

Isle of Innisfree

De cate ori m-au invitat copii la ei peste hotare au avut grija sa organizeze excursii la care am participat si eu. Una dintre cele mai interesante a fost cea de la Killarney, Irlanda, o statiune vestita pentru peisajele si lacul sau. Vazand azi pe youtube un videoclip cu titlul Isle of Innisfree (innis inseamna insula in irlandeza) mi-am amintit de acea excursie.  Imaginile din videoclip semanau atat de tare cu cele din Killarney incat am fost curiosa daca erau chiar de acolo. E posibil sa fie, pentru ca, dupa ce am gasit intai un poem de William Butler Yeats cu titlu asemanator "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" recitat chiar de poet din care rezulta ca insula e in Lough Gill din comitatul (count) Sligo am aflat din  Wikipedia ca Dick Farrelly, compozitorul cantecului, a avut in gand toata Irlanda, precum si tristetea exilatului. Am sa pun intai versulrile cantecului (nu traduc) apoi poemul lui Yeats. 

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say,
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things are dreams unto an exile
They take him o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous tho' it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree.
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laugh as they flow.

But dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality
But though they pave the footpaths here with gold-dust
I still would choose my Isle of Innsifree.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by W. B. Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Fotografiile sunt facute de mine in Killarney in 2010.

Ross Castle

Prima calatorie cu barca cu motor din viata mea.

Copper Lake

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