Poetry Friday: William Yeats

For days, William B. Yeats has been floating in my mind. Particularly this poem:

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 honeybee,
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.

Maybe it’s that school is a blurry buzz as we head toward the last day in a week. There’s a calm in thinking about a lake home where the water is lapping and glimmering at midnight.

Today begins 48 Hours of Reading so that means reading all weekend. Yippee. More details HERE.

Poetry Friday is at Jama’s Alphabet Soup.
Happy Reading.
MsMac

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