Saturday, March 12, 2011

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree


The Bhagavad Gita always helped my forehand draw. Buckingham Bowls Club, New Town. March 2011.

Oh how I would love to have had W.B. Yeats for dinner!

Pan fried in a bit of garlic butter, I think.

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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

2 comments:

Carola said...

Awesome. This is a very special creation.
Have you ever practised yoga?

Kris said...

Yes I have, and it sends me to sleep.

That’s a good thing, isn’t it?