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, and a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the vales of the morning to where [...]
Archive for December, 2008
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
Posted in Poetry, W B Yeats on December 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Still Falls the Rain
Posted in Edith Sitwell, Poetry on December 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Raids, 1940. Night and Dawn
Still falls the Rain -
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss -
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.
Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter’s Field, and the sound of the impious [...]
