My postings have been scarce of late. Let’s just say that my personal life has taken a turn toward the unusual. Not bad, just different.
Today I was thinking of the Yeats’ poem 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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
I yearn to escape to that peaceful glade, but my place is in the bustling world, at least for now.
But there is still beauty here. Some pictures of sunset…
- poem of the day: The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B. Yeats (ephemeralstream.wordpress.com)
- The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats (thebardonthehill.wordpress.com)
- Lake Isle of Innisfree (carolsoriginals.wordpress.com)
- Rare 1930s Audio: W.B. Yeats Reads Four of His Poems (openculture.com)