More than nineteen autumns
have passed since I fell in love
with Ireland, with words—
brilliant creatures lyrical
mysterious, beautiful
I don’t know if I can claim
that I’d never before desired
a bee-loud glade; nor can I blame
you entirely for my choice
and my pride to stitch
and unstitch these lines
rather than scrub kitchens
break stones
(Soul, clap your hands and sing
to find again these phrases, to hear
with older ears the cadence
of the dim, green isle
Heart, skim back the years to see
a pulsing belief in faeryland, star-laden
seas and terrible beauty…)
I will go soon to Drumcliff churchyard
by the road, an ancient cross
there I will gaze and pray that I know
the song of linnet’s wings
peace dropping slow
I don’t know how better to pay my respects than to steal favorite lines from his works—“The Lake Isle of Innisfree,” “The Man Who Dreamed of Faeryland,” “Adam’s Curse,” “The Wild Swans at Coole,” “Easter 1916,” “Sailing to Byzantium,” ”Under Ben Bulben”
such beauty and love in these words.
Lovely.
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Thank you, Kir. I think one can never go wrong with Yeats. 🙂
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I believe you’re right my friend.
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“by the road, an ancient cross
there I will gaze and pray that I know
the song of linnet’s wings
peace dropping slow” Gorgeous writing!
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Aw, thanks. We’ll give all the credit to Yeats.
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Yes, this is a great way to remember Yeats and bring him back to life.
Your last stanza — glorious.
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Thank you 🙂
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The last stanza, especially, really does have a beautiful wistfulness about. Here’s hoping you get to make your planned pilgrimage 😉
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Planning, planning, hoping, praying!
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When I go to visit my mum in Ireland, the train I get on in Dublin goes all the way to Sligo – that’s the end of the line 🙂
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A train from Dublin to Sligo sounds very romantic to my American soul!
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I only just saw this now. How perfect! What a dream trip. I can’t believe I spent all that time in Ireland and never did something like this. I was dismayed to find so many disinterested in literature and history and somehow I never forged ahead or made the most of my time there. Anyway, this is breathtaking – I love that last line!
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We fly into Dublin on Saturday and drive south, west, then north from there! I am dragging my whole family to that Drumcliff churchyard and will be reading them Yeats as we drive so they know why. 🙂
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You just gave me shivers. Good for you! My first trip there, I flew into Dublin, drove to Cork, then Kerry, Clare and up to Galway. Never made it any further – Kerry stole my heart and at the time, I was focused on Maude Gonne. Having aged, I’d like to return and do the trip you’re on. Enjoy yourself!
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