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 the 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.
- Yeats
Just to be clear, this is about shutting the fuck up, right?
Dear Beeloudglade,
I had to go all the way back to your first blog to confirm that indeed you got your name from the Yeats poem. What else? We all studied it in college I guess. My English literature course was over 40 years ago. I expect yours was more recent. The poem does have legs.
George