Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Sometimes a Little Poetry is Necessary.

It is one of those mornings when stepping outside into the January cold is more refreshing than freezing.  A beautiful morning, with the moon parked low in the western sky and the sun rising in the east painting shadows on the snow-topped mountains.  I heard birds calling, and off in the distance a lone cow mooed.

This morning seems the right time for a poem by the great Irish poet, W.B. Yeats.


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.
                     - W.B. Yeats



 

2 comments:

  1. I love this line: "And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;"

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  2. Beautiful. And thank you Michael!

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