Oct 04 2019

William Butler Yeats – The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats

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 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.

— from The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats, by William Butler Yeats


/ Image by hideraldo dwight leitao /

Something for us today by that seeker/sage/bard/mage Yeats — a portrait of peace.

I love the rhythms of this poem. To really appreciate it, you need to say it aloud and slowly. Let it roll off the tongue.

Yeats paints with his words, running them together like brushstrokes in watercolor.

…the bee-loud glade.


…And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, .

In the beauty of this rustic scene, we discover stillness, something of the eternal in the sound of the water lapping at the shore and the mesmerizing hum of bees.

Listening well, we discover the one who listens. We discover “the deep heart’s core.”


Recommended Books: William Butler Yeats

The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse Holy Fire: Nine Visionary Poets and the Quest for Enlightenment The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats Byzantium The Secret Rose
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8 Responses to “William Butler Yeats – The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

  1. Vijay shankaron 04 Oct 2019 at 8:16 am

    Thank you for a beautiful commentary on the poem. Your comments made the poem even more lovely.
    Vijay Shankar.

  2. Annaon 04 Oct 2019 at 8:22 am

    Every magical reality
    drops out from the
    deep heart’core,
    indeed…

    I am feeling the poem,
    its coherent,
    harmonic rhythm
    of stillness and peace…

    As you said
    “brushstrokes in watercolor”
    in this beautiful painting!

    Greetings and Gratitude, Ivan!

    For the sharing silent, beautiful heart’s joy:)

  3. Annaon 04 Oct 2019 at 9:42 am

    Excuse me, but I forgot to add this short note.

    Did you notice lately how many people
    all around the world got out from their heads
    and found the path to the heart’core,
    made a conscious choice to live
    day-to-day life from this place of joy,
    whatever the circumstances are around?

    It seems we all really are getting creators of
    magical, new realities.

    Aren’t we?:)

  4. steveon 04 Oct 2019 at 12:17 pm

    We need to do 40 days and night in the desert, or
    sit under a banyan tree till the stillness pervades and stops all thought or
    sit still with a flower and observe it until we can see it as alife form, without thinking about it.

    More now than ever, given the society we exist in today, we need this connection
    to our true peaceful selves.

    find your own walden or lake side

  5. Johnthebarmanon 05 Oct 2019 at 12:34 am

    ‘Fanatic Heart: Geldof On Yeats’ is a film showing the suffering out of which his poetry grew. Thanks to this poem I have the nine bean rows and the hive for the honey bee but of course that strange longing.

  6. Dolores O Connoron 05 Oct 2019 at 2:35 am

    Oh Wow! What a memory!
    My mother Nora developed dementia. She had memorized this poem from her early school days and got great delight out of saying this poem by heart. And so when the time came and she was unable to put any sentence together, this poem, when I would recite it by heart, her face would light up with her “beatific smile” and we would be away with the “cricket”!!!

    Mile buiochais Ivan!

  7. Ivan M. Grangeron 05 Oct 2019 at 6:29 am

    What a special memory of the healing power of poetry. Poetry carries meaning and feeling and a sense of life in ways that are different from other uses of language…

  8. Carolon 07 Oct 2019 at 4:20 am

    Thank you Ivan for this beautiful poem from Yeats. I am not really familiar with his
    work, but this poem touched my heart. I am just back from A Place Apart retreat
    where peace and love abounded. Now this poem will carry on this spirit as I head back
    to the world. Poetry indeed has healing power. Thank you.

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