Thursday, February 09, 2017

The Fiddler of Dooney

It strikes me that, in the general condition of the state, we occasionally need something that reminds of that the lighter things in life can be just as important as more weighty matters:

When I play my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is a priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Mocharabuiee.

I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come to the end of time
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save for an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With 'Here is the fiddler of Dooney!'
And dance like a wave of the sea.

- W. B Yeats (1865-1939)


  1. A cute little piece. ^_^

    1. Along with The Lake Isle of Inisfree it is my favorite Yeats work.


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