Saturday, 9 February 2013

Poetry Saturday . . . The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now,
and go to Innisfree,  
And a smallcabin 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.
~W.B Yeats

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature.  He was the driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and  the first Irish poets to receive a Nobel Prize in Literature.  He was born in (1864) and educated in Dublin,  but spent his childhood in County Sligo.  He studied poetry in his youth and from an early age was fascinated by both  Irish legends and the Occult, them having greatly influenced his writings until the turn of the century.   After 1900, his poetry grew more physical and realistic, as he largely rescinded the transcendental beliefs of his youth, though he remained preoccupied with physical and spiritual masks, as well as with cyclical theories of life.  He never married and died in 1939 at the age of 73.

I love to do these Poetry Saturdays, probably because I love poetry.   I often think in rhyme and prose . . . I know, crazy me!   I have discovered a lot of new poets doing this weekly post and learned a lot about each.   I think we are meant to keep learning as we  go on in life.   I hope that I never stop learning and discovering new things.

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This is my little granddaughter Maryn who will be turning two later this month.   I am looking forward to hopefully seeing her when I am at my mom's.  She is growing like a weed.  Of course I think she is the most beautiful granddaughter ever . . .

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I think that is a grandmother's prerogative!   In any case, I will bring  her Birthday stuff I have for her over to her and hopefully I will be able to give it to her.

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This is a photo I took of the blue sky and sunshine outside our front door the other day.  Quite pleased with how it turned out and . . . I did another paper doll yesterday, hoping to do some clothes for her today.   Will give you a glimpse of that tomorrow!

Yesterday's Silver Lining . . . a lovely conversation with my sister and father on the chatline.  Oh we did laugh and have a good time.  I do so love my family.  Had an extra bonus of talking with my father again early this morning.  

A thought to carry with you through the day . . .

“The simpleness, the sweetness, and the constancy of the tender mercies of the Lord will do much to fortify and protect us in the troubled times in which we do now and will yet live.” 
~David A Bednar

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Baking in The English Kitchen today . . .  Lotus Oatmeal Cookies . . . kinda like peanut butter cookies, but made with lotus spread.   Oh my . . . oh my . . . ☺


Oh, and I just have to show you this.  It's my sister's french toast, on her blog, Flat Belly Files . . . made in a waffle iron.  Looks delish!  AND there's no fat involved!

Happy Saturday!



Carol Z said...

Yeats is one of my favorite poets. Thanks for sharing this one. Maryn is adorable!

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Your little granddaughter is adorable. I do hope you get to see her. I'd never thought of doing french toast on a waffle iron. That does look good. Hope you have a super Saturday.

La Table De Nana said...

She is a sweetie pie:) What pretty blue skies you have:)

LeAnn said...

The poem was superb. I too love poetry. The sad thing is I used to actually write poetry when I was younger but I didn't keep up with it so now I can't do it for some reason. Maybe lost that talent. I do have a daughter that writes poetry; I will have to post one of her poems.
Your sweet little granddaughter is so cute. I would say adorable and beautiful. I can see it; so it isn't just because you are the grandmother.
Now I am hungry for oatmeal cookies and the french toast can't possibly be no fat.
You are a treasure, Marie and such a versatile talented sister.
Love and hugs!

Sybil said...

Last night,,,well actually this mnorning at around 3am. i was awake and listning to the radio and suddenly my ears opened to attentin as there was the voice of Yates....yes himself reading the poem was a bit scratchy as it was recorded way back in 1930s something...but was wonderful to hear him read his own poem..wasn't that a funny thing to happen. I am hopefully, usually asleep at that time (although I leave the radio on all night)
loved the bairns photo's will be great if you can see some more of the family when you are over that would be a big bonus woudn't it.
love as always xxx

April said...

I love that we love the same kinds of poetry... The kind that describes, and paints pictures while telling stories. What a lovely poem! And oh, those cookies... I can't wait to try them!!