void of course

the earth will swing us, as she goes

Posted by sailorstakewarning on March 16, 2010

i will arise & go now,
& go to Innisfree,
& a small cabin build there,
of clay and wattles made;
nine bean rows will i have there,
a hive for the honey bee,
& live alone in the bee-loud glade.

& 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,
& noon a purple glow,
& evening full of the linnet’s wings

i will arise and go now,
for always night & 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.

W.B.Yeats is one of the first poets i remember reading. i’m very particular about my poetry; if i can’t close my eyes & see what the author is talking about, i find it hard to enjoy their writing. i’m extremely visual; i can see innisfree. i can hear the bees & the linnets. the lake. He wrote this with such a beautiful cadence, a kind of movement.. Yeats said “what can be explained is not poetry.” How endearing to me! The word interpret has been misused for so long, i think – it’s another vision, another opinion. what i see may not be what you see. so just read it & let the words wash over you, no explanation necessary. The Lake Isle of Innisfree was always one of my favorites & it seems pertinent today. The sky is blue & it should reach 50 degrees by the end of the day; almost unheard of here in march. but there are cars & trucks & fumes & all i want is to find a small place of my own that i can make my own. somewhere near water. i grew up by the ocean; i never realized just how spoiled we were until i moved away from it. that ocean breeze on foggy days…

all in all, i won’t mind an inauspicious tuesday, although i think Yeats will keep me company throughout the day. sometimes you need a little poetry-escape.  it’s also my ex’s 25th birthday; don’t think i have forgotten you, wherever you are, whomever you’re with. quarter of a century is a milestone & i hope you find what you’re looking for. is it possible to be soulmates & not be able to be together? i suppose, although it seems incredibly sad to me. maybe in another life, since surely all things return…

solitary soul. someday i will find an innisfree of my own. til then i’ll borrow Yeat’s. i’m sure he won’t mind.


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