
St. Petersburg, Russia
(c) June 2012 Emma E. Glennon
Lately, as I have pondered assorted metal hues, my far-away daughter has been taking photographs steeped in gold.
Just as Fields of Gold has a lovely version sung in a female voice; Yeats’ Song of Wandering Aengus (which is in fact a poem) has been given a female voice.
When I was a high school senior, I enlisted the help of many friends in painting a mural–which somehow has not faded–high up in the school’s entryway. It has bright rainbow colors and is segmented (in a very then-mod way) with scenes from nature and snippets of favorite quotes.
I notice now that, in keeping with my personality–and nicely dovetailing with the prior decade’s outsized colors and cartoon shapes–my painting style was one of clear, bright-line distinctions among colors, not the light and shading and nuance of my daughters’ paintings and photographs.

Oil Painting (c) 2011 Emma E. Glennon
One of the mural’s quotes is from Yeats and accompanies a bright painted sun, referencing “The silver apples of the moon,/The golden apples of the sun.”
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 lands 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.

May Moon, 2012
I have always loved Yeats. He has supplied me with much of the wisdom which I have recalled on a daily basis through most of my life. My particular favorite: “Before us lies eternity; Our souls/ Are love and a continual farewell.” Thanks for the post and the poetry! Hope you are all doing well!
Beautiful quote that I had missed. Thank you, Wendy.
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