Thanksgiving has been on my mind all day and I would like to wish all my American friends and followers every happiness from Ireland.
I wanted to find a poem from Ireland to send your way and a book of W.B. Yeats’ poetry selected by Seamus Heaney fell into my gaze and this is the poem that most wanted to travel:
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.William Butler Yeats