The Lake Isle of Innisfree
By William Butler 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.
He was one of the “greats”. Lovely poem, one of many.
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I am so glad that you enjoyed this poem! He has an unusual way of reciting poetry, which makes his poems even more memorable.
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Lovely photo of flowers! It drew me in almost as much as the poetry.
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Thank you so much!!! What a lovely comment – you made my day!!! Thank you…
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is he one of your favorites ?
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About 5 years ago, I decided to walk back and forth from work – my commitment to the environment. The round trip was just a little over a hour. That was when I discovered audiobooks from the local library. One of the first was “In Their Own Voices: A Century of Recorded Poetry.” It was poets reading their own poetry, from Walt Whitman to W.H.Auden to Edna St. Vincent Millay. I was overwhelmed by the emotional impact of the poetry! When William Butler Yeats read “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” I heard his phrasing, pitch etc. I was fascinated. This morning I listened to it again – my way of saying thank you and Happy Birthday!
You always make my day!!!
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footloose and fancy free ? 🙂
yes, poetry is feeling – in the best of ways.
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Well said – that is exactly what it is – a feeling, and a different way of processing knowledge….
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