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THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS ~William Butler Yeats 



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 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.

FROM THE ARCHIVES 

On This Day

San Diego Union-Tribune
Inspired By The Dark
By Andrew Gilbert
July 21, 2005

Protégé of the late Art Farmer, flugelhornist Dmitri Matheny works along the edge between chamber music and jazz, creating a musical landscape found when lights are low. Matheny travels to a very dark place on his new album...[more]

La Jolla Village News
Matheny Makes A Little Night Music
By Beth Wood
July 21, 2005

Matheny’s latest release, Nocturne, travels from dawn to dusk, taking the listener on a warm and lovely trip through darkness...[more]

Dmitri Matheny Group @ The Athenaeum
La Jolla, California
July 21, 2005



Grant & Matheny @ Eden Hall
Glen Eden Beach, Oregon
July 21, 2001


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