The autumn season makes me remember a famous poem by William Butler Yeats, “The Wild Swans at Coole”. This poem was singed by Italian singer Angelo Branduardi, in its masterpiece album “Branduardi canta Yeats”. This is my tribute to one of my preferred poets and to one of my preferred Italian singers and composers.
William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet born in 1865. The poem, “The Wild Swans at Coole” was written in 1919. The works of this great poet are tied to the traditions of his homeland, and claim the magical power of the imagination in a society that (already in his time) was becoming more and more mechanical. In this article, I added some photos taken during the wonderful autumn season in my city (Como) to the poem text.
The Wild Swans at Coole (W.B. Yeats)
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.
The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
All these photos were taken with a Lomo LC-A, a Zenit 122, a Zenit TTL, a Zorki 4k and a Praktica MTL 5 cameras during the last three autumn seasons.