In the deep heart’s core
by chuckofish
William Butler Yeats, famous Irish poet and playwright, who won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923, was 73 years old when he died on this day in 1939.
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 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.
You can read more poems by W.B. Yeats here.
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I can hear that lake water lapping…I remember Mother introducing me to that poem and to the correct pronunciation of his name. She was so good about such things. I always liked the poem “An Irish Airman Foresees his Death,” too.
“An Irish Airman Foresees his Death” is included in Keegan’s “Book of War” which you gave me many years ago (and, of my many books, remains my favorite). It, along with McCrae, Sassoon et al, really got me in to poetry.
Lovely! I believe one of my professors told us Yeats got the bean-rows from Thoreau’s bean sprouts in Walden. I may have dreamt that, though…
As a native Minnesotan (land of 10,000 plus lakes!), I love this poem.