My Old Heart

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

William Butler Yeats

Life is a Journey

Poetry Month

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.

March and Dickens

Craicin’ Good Fun

 Craicin’ Good Fun  by Kim O’Neill

Stepping into a pub

on our nightly adventures,

wall to wall conversations

and World Cup on the screen.

A young gent tells his tales

of music, song and dance,

craic everywhere to be seen.

Guinness and hard cider flow

in harmony with the music,

feet tapping , loud laughing

from local characters and their stories.

A brilliant reel on the fiddle

plays in this busy corner pub.

You can feel in the walls, floors and sounds

the history of a town and its’ glories.

A craic: the combination of gossip, information, artistic performance and, of course, booze that go to make a good night out.

Beautiful Words and Sculpture

A photo I took of a sculpture of Yeat’s poetry at Drumcliffe churchyard, Sligo, Ireland 

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

– William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.