From Skye Gibson:
This one by William Butler Yeats is a treasure, and a poem my mother recited by heart frequently in her last years. It is not about a Cape pond, but part of the great sisterhood of freshwater across the globe. I later had the good fortune to go to Innisfree near Sligo in Ireland and hike around the lake and stand 20 feet from the island, hearing the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore. That was an indelible moment for water and remembering.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
By William Butler Yeats
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.
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