π“π‘πž π‹πšπ€πž 𝐈𝐬π₯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐒𝐬𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐁𝐘 π–πˆπ‹π‹πˆπ€πŒ 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 π˜π„π€π“π’
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.
The pictures are of Benbulben in Sligo and Yeats memorial in a Sligo Street by Ken Goodwin.

2 comments

    1. I used to go there on holidays when I was a kid. Sligo and Strandhill. My Gran was from Leitrim. I saw his grave. There’s a new one there now. There was no “lake,” it was Lough Gill. I never climbed Benbulben but I did climb Knocknarea. Yeats was a fascist. I bought this in Sligo 1966. https://youtu.be/__3v0eKHB_s

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