A meditation in poetry

Inishfree

The isle of Innisfree is a small islet that lies on Lough Gill in County Sligo.

Featured in the NY Times this week in the attached article, where Russell Shorto found “The opposite of a tourist site”

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/04/19/travel/in-ireland-chasing-the-wandering-soul-of-yeats.html?_r=0

The poem was voted the all time favourite work of Irish poetry by the liars who read the Irish Times.  I bet that not half of them could recite the second line!

The Lake Isle of Innisfree : by W. B. Yeats
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.