(Alone and alone nine nights I lay)

Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake

I

My Paistin Finn is my sole desire,

And I am shrunken to skin and bone,
For all my heart has had for its hire
Is what I can whistle alone and alone.
Oro, oro.!
Tomorrow night I will break down the door.
What is the good of a man and he
Alone and alone, with a speckled shin?
I would that I drank with my love on my knee
Between two barrels at the inn.
Oro, oro.!

To-morrow night I will break down the door.
Alone and alone nine nights I lay
Between two bushes under the rain;
I thought to have whistled her down that
I whistled and whistled and whistled in vain.
Oro, oro!
To-morrow night I will break down the door.

II
I would that I were an old beggar
Rolling a blind pearl eye,
For he cannot see my lady
Go gallivanting by;
A dreary, dreepy beggar
Without a friend on the earth
But a thieving rascally cur --
O a beggar blind from his birth;
Or anything else but a rhymer
Without a thing in his head
But rhymes for a beautiful lady,
He rhyming alone in his bed. 

William Butler Yeats

THE NEON GOD, Nicolas Refn, 2016

(Alone and alone nine nights I lay)"

Lovers burnt in their arrogance

Streets of Fire, Walter Hill, 1984

we're singing i believe that lovers should be chained together
and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
and left there to burn in their arrogance
but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
i've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
but i still ended up becoming something other than what i had planned to be
awww yeah..(screams it)
Bright Eyes

THE LADY’S FIRST SONG

I turn round

Like a dumb beast in a show.

Neither know what I am

Nor where I go,

My language beaten

Into one name;

I am in love

And that is my shame.

What hurts the soul

My soul adores,

No better than a beast

Upon all fours.

W. B. Yeats

Lovers burnt in their arrogance"

''There is nobody wise enough''

I WHISPERED, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,	5
If the lady be young and fair,’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
Oh, love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough	10
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,	15
One cannot begin it too soon.

''There is nobody wise enough''"

''Heroically lost, heroically found''

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.

Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself

Climbing, falling She knew not where,

Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,

Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare

A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing

Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred

She stood in desperate music wound,

Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph

Where the bales and the baskets lay

No common intelligible sound

But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.' 

William Butler Yeats

Vivian Maier, "Girl Holding Bag" (late 1960s)

''Heroically lost, heroically found''"

Canção dos Porquês

Ophelia, Claude Chabrol,  1963

The Song Of Wandering Aengus Analysis


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 aflame,

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 lads 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.


Que isto só me faz lembrar a talentosa Maçã de Prata!

Canção dos Porquês"

Of night and light and the half-light.

Of night and light and the half-light."