I learnt this poem as a child at school, and have always loved it. W.B.Yeats is a favourite poet and this is called 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree'. You may have heard it, it is well known.
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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Oh, thanks so much for that one Huff. did enjoy it, lots to type! I remember the Title but not the whole poem. I hope children are still introduced to the great poets, those lessons stay with us throughout our lives and we are the richer for it. Love Iris x
Vashti, do you know the poem, called Warning by Jenny Joseph? somehow when I read it today I thought it would be one that might especially appeal to you?
when I am an old woman I shall wear purple
with a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
but now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
but maybe I ought to practice a little now?
so people who know me are not too shocked or surprised
I too am a hoarder Poems, and I think of my mother in law, long gone,who rather disapproved of my collecting, and reduced her belongings to the bare minimum, probably to stop me adding them to my collection!
What wonderful poems. I am certainly getting my inner culture vulture excited My favourite poem is 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' and my mothers was the Daffodil one and she loved the book Lorna Doone. She was always quoting those bless her. x
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Oh yes, Charge of the light brigade. I love anything by Tennyson. The Lady of Shallott, Marianna, The Kraken Awakes. Brilliant.
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