For the love of it

lucilla zaidenberg ([email protected])
Sun, 10 Jan 1999 02:57:17 PST

Here's a little something that reminds me of Bono from his favourite
Irish poet...

The Fiddler of Dooney

When I play my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is 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 at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry,
Save by 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
(The Wind Among The reeds - 1899)

All my love,
Lucilla

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