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.
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.
- Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree
We are off to natural hot springs, a cabin in the woods, and the ocean. This is the magic of living in the Pacific Northwest. When we return it will be time to think about preparing Tadzio for another year at the French school, navy blue uniforms, and whether or not to sign up for that poetry class.
Take care in these last days of summer.
Image by Marc Bordons via Feaverish Photography
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wonder french accents flowing from Tadzio, adorable or should I say handsome uniforms, and the eloquentness of poetry - yes, you should sign up for the class
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement. I did sign up! This fall I'll be wandering our local art museum with a group of other students, composing poems to paintings and sculpture.
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