{"id":8427,"date":"2024-05-31T08:19:37","date_gmt":"2024-05-31T15:19:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=8427"},"modified":"2024-05-31T08:19:37","modified_gmt":"2024-05-31T15:19:37","slug":"yeats-the-lake-isle-of-innisfree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2024\/05\/31\/yeats-the-lake-isle-of-innisfree\/","title":{"rendered":"Yeats – The Lake Isle of Innisfree"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
\nby William Butler Yeats<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
\nAnd a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
\nNine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
\nAnd live alone in the bee-loud glade.<\/p>\n

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
\nDropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
\nThere midnight\u2019s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
\nAnd evening full of the linnet\u2019s wings.<\/p>\n

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
\nI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
\nWhile I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
\nI hear it in the deep heart\u2019s core.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats<\/a>, by William Butler Yeats<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by hideraldo dwight leitao<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

A few days ago I was standing beneath a tree covered in late spring blossoms. Standing there enveloped in the perfumed shade, I slowed down enough to hear the hum of the bees who were contentedly at work among the tree\u2019s flowers. As I listened more deeply, the the beesong surrounded me until it seemed as if I felt it vibrating within my body. <\/p>\n

I thought of this poem by Yeats and his bee-loud glade\u2026 a portrait of peace.<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

Yeats paints with his words, running them together like brushstrokes in watercolor.<\/p>\n

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
\nNine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee<\/p>\n

There midnight\u2019s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
\nAnd evening full of the linnet\u2019s wings.<\/i><\/p>\n

What stands out more is how Yeats awakens our sense of hearing against a background of silence:<\/p>\n

\u2026the bee-loud glade.<\/p>\n

\u2026where the cricket sings<\/p>\n

I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore<\/i><\/p>\n

And finally\u2013<\/p>\n

I hear it in the deep heart\u2019s core.<\/i><\/p>\n

To me, this is a poem about quiet, slowing down, and listening with all our senses.<\/p>\n

In the beauty of this rustic scene, we discover something of the eternal in the sounds and rhythms of the world around us.<\/p>\n

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow<\/i><\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: William Butler Yeats<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nHoly Fire: Nine Visionary Poets and the Quest for Enlightenment<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nByzantium<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Secret Rose<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n\"William<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nWilliam Butler Yeats<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Ireland (1865 \u2013 1939) Timeline<\/a>
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a>
\nPrimal\/Tribal\/Shamanic<\/a> : Celtic<\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

More poetry by William Butler Yeats<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[649,2291,948,700,946,945,947],"class_list":["post-8427","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-bees","tag-inner-sound","tag-innisfree","tag-silence","tag-w-b-yeats","tag-william-butler-yeats","tag-yeats"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8427","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8427"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8428,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8427\/revisions\/8428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}