The Wanderings of Oisin
Gelesen von Nathan
William Butler Yeats





This narrative poem is composed in three parts, and consists of a dialogue between the aged Irish hero Oisín and St. Patrick.
Oison relates his three-hundred year sojourn in the immortal isles of Faerie. In the isles, Oison married the beautiful Sidhe Niamh: together they traveled, feasted, and quested. At last Oison succumbs to the temptation to return and visit the lands of mortal men: inadvertently slipping from his faerie horse, his body touches the ground and instantly puts on the flesh of a decrepit old man.
Oison describes various islands and what he did there: contrasting his noble deeds with the degenerate weakness of the present generation.
(Summary by Godsend) (0 hr 51 min)
Bewertungen
solid reader, but subpar audio quality
False Grind





The reader here has an English accent and a pleasant, soft voice -- a little too soft, perhaps, given that this is supposed to be an epic poem by the mighty Yeats -- but still, the voice is nice enough. The audio is a bit echo-ey too, but I got used to it fairly quickly. The tracks are listenable in spite of the echoes, but I certainly can't ignore them completely.
echoing
Thiago Coelho





I couldn’t finish it because the recordings have a very loud echo.