[309] The Lake Isle of Innisfree
Guest poem sent in by Pavithra Krishnan <pavikaye@>
| 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 evenings full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the 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.
-- William Butler Yeats
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I like that this one was written by the man who penned something as dark as
"The Second Coming". There is a quietness in this poem that I find
arresting.So also, the simple, straight-forward sincerity reflected even in
the rhyme pattern. An unassuming poem with a depth of feeling made all the
more evident by its very understatement.
Pavithra
From: Michele Bagneris <jbagneris@>
I think The Lake Isle of Innisfree is saying that he wants to go to
Innisfree to find inner peace with himself as if there is some type of
cleansing going on. This is my idea!
From: "Charles L. Olson" <colson@>
I know this man for he was me.Innisfree is his escape from all that stress
him or taxes his soul. If you have ever listened to a marsh in the evening,
and heard the peepers, crickets, and the droning buzz of flocks ofbirds as
their flocks pass overhead, you have been to Innisfree. Life is simple
there;the colors of the evening and day skies touch deep into the soul and
take with them all that alils the victim.
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From: Thirdpres@
The writers on 'Witchblade' ripped off the finishing lines of the poem,
"While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core. "
in the episode that ran this evening, July 1, 2002. They didn't use exactly
the same words, but it was too close to be a coincidence. The Lake Isle of
Innisfree has been one of my favorite poems since I first heard it some 50
years ago and I don't like it being misused and abused like it was tonight.
Charlie Jefferson
Woodbridge, VA
From: MAIRI NICOLSON 03 9626 1717 <nicolson.mairi@>
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To hear this poem sung by the angelic blended vocals of a chamber chior took me to Innisfree today. Thank you Bill Douglas.
Please check out his CD all. You will be moved.
Dave Chiarelli
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From: "Flor Mechain" <flor_mechain@>
Despite the author begins with "I will arise and go now", the poem ends
by "while I stand on the pavement". It seems as if he is unable to
actually leave to this unreal ("there midnight's all a glimmer, and noon
a purple glow") place of peace, Innisfree. Instead, he stays where he
is, having to bear his real and in his unpleasant human condition, full
of stress.
Does he actually want to go there? Does Innisfree exist anywhere else
than in his "deep heart's core"?
Flor
From: "Linda Ludwin" <l.ludwin@>
Hi, I understand that Innisfree means heather in the Irish language. The
purple glow is the purple blossom of this plant reflected in the water;
the midnight glimmer refers to the multitude of stars that can be seen
every evening in such a remote spot.