islandsky, nikon f3, eifel, mar 2012
The Lake Isle of Innisfree - W.B. Yeats / Foto taken by me in the Eifel, Spring 2012
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.
I am flying to Scotland on Wednesday to spend a week in the Highlands with some very dear friends.
This poem has been on my mind ever since I read it in 2008
and it perfectly summarises a yearning for the Wild that I have never managed to shake.