2009-02-15
aurora
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.
-Yeats
Sometimes self-expression is superfluous, and other sources say it well enough for me. I'll have my chance, I will, but first I have to go to Stratford.
I will arise and go now. Love is easy, and peace comes dropping slow, slow like honey.
leesah-likes at 5:55 p.m.