My favourite Irish "party piece" poem
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 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.
Whether it is Innisfree, Indiana or Italy that you dream of, this poem will resonate. A moment of calm and reflection within a sea of sparkling shamrocks, green hats and plastic shillelaghs!
The photo is of the place I remember when the chaos of Causeway Bay is too much...
Happy Saint Patricks Day... Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig! Slán.