Mckennitt Loreena
The Mask And Mirror
The Two Trees
October 6, 1993 - Stratford...browsing through Yeats' poetry and came across
The Two Trees with its lovely sentiment of looking into one's own self for goodness, and the struggle to avoid looking into the glass of cynicism...It strikes me, now, to have a strong Sufi connection in that way...the imagery is
quintessentially Irish and reminds me, for some reason, of the ending of John
Huston's film The Dead: baren countryside, leafless trees and the starlings
crying.< br/>October 6, 1993 - Stratford...leafing through a book of poems of goodness to
search within oneself and of the fight to avoid looking into the
mirror of cynicism.. .It strikes me, now, that I feel a powerful connection
with Sufi thought...the image is quintessentially Irish and reminds me,
for some unknown reason, of the end of the film The Dead de John Huston: un landscape
desolate, des arbre sans feuilles et les oiseaux qui perent.
6. October 1993 - Stratford...when I was enjoying the poems of Yeats,
I came across The Two Trees on the wonderful idea of u200bu200blooking for the
good in oneself and the struggle to avoid looking into the mirror of cynicism...Now I see a close connection to the Sufis here too. ..This
image is quintessentially Irish and for some reason reminds me of the
end of John Houston's film Die Dead: barren landscape, bare trees and
the screaming starlings.
6 de October de 1993 - Stratford...hojeando the poetry of Yeats me encontre con
The Two Trees whose charming feeling of searching for the good within oneself and their struggle to avoid looking in the mirror of cynicism, now move me, as I realize the strong connections with Sufi thought. >In this sense...the imagery is quintessentially Irish and reminds me,
for some reason, of the end of John Huston's film, The Dead: arid fields, sinjolica trees and starlings singing.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
>From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colors of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
You have planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
You have given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all thoughts turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
>From joy teh holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Lyrics: William Butler Yeats,
arranged and adapted by L.M.
Music: L.M.
Pipe Intro: Ce he mise le ulaingt? (Quien Am I To Bear It?), composed and performed by Patrick Hutchinson; tamboura: George Koller
L.M. - vocals, piano, synthesizer
Ofra Harnoy - cello
George Koller - bass
strings: David Hetherington, David Miller, Sharon Prater, Heinz Boshart, Sylvia Lange, Susan Lipchak, Douglas Perry, Kent Teeple, Adele Armin, Andy Benac, Marie Berard, Fujico Imajishi, Morry Kernerman, Mark Sabat
String and cello arrangement by John Welsman

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