Guest poem sent in by Pavithra Krishnan
(Poem #309) 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.
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