Thursday, March 13, 2008

Innisfree


The alternate title to this post : I have a million things I should be doing, but would rather be at the lake watching the heron. I am swamped (pun egregiously intended) until early next week, so in the meantime, I offer a poem from one of my favorite Irishmen, second only to Shaw, William Butler Yeats. Have a Guinness on me this Monday.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

3 comments:

Mo said...

That is a lovely poem. Innisfree would be such a tranquil, relaxing place to go.

Mom (Mathair) said...

An old Irish Proverb in Gaelic:
Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad.
Love,
Mom

Leigh said...

pretty!