The Lake Isle of Innisfree

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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 honeybee,
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.

Hear Yeats read:

THE INNISFREE POETRY JOURNAL

Innisfree 13
the Jean Nordhaus issue

fall 2011

 

With Innisfree 13, we continue our series of Closer Looks at the poetry of an exceptional contemporary poet, this time with a generous selection of poems from the books of Jean Nordhaus.

She joins these earlier subjects of Closer Looks by Innisfree, all of which are available on the Previous Issues page:

	Innisfree 12, spring 2011:	Rod Jellema
	Innisfree 11, fall 2010:	Eleanor Wilner
	Innisfree 10, spring 2010:	John Koethe
	Innisfree 9, fall 2009:	Alice Friman
	Innisfree 8, spring 2009:	Dan Masterson
	Innisfree 7, fall 2008:	Marianne Boruch
	Innisfree 6, spring 2008:	Eric Pankey
	Innisfree 5, fall 2007:	Terence Winch

In addition to poetry, this issue also includes several pieces of prose on new collections of poems:  Maryanne Hannan on Diane Lockward's Temptation by Water and Laura Orem on Linda Pastan's Traveling Light and on Terence Winch's Falling Out of Bed In a Room With No Floor.

Please note:  Unforeseen circumstances have caused the postponement of planned memorials for poets Ann Knox and Ethan Fischer.  Look for them in Innisfree 14.

A day in the life of the Editor's inbox:

Où es tu actuellement?
Aurais tu du temps à consacrer à une situation particulière me 
concernant discrètement et par mail?

Je suis dans des difficultés telles que je ne saurai que faire sans
ton soutien et apport.

Je reste dans l'attente urgente de te lire.

My rough translation of this crucial missive:

Where are you really?
Would you have time to give to a particular situation concerning me discreetly and by mail?

I am in such difficulties that I do not know how I can make it without
your support and contribution.
                                       
I wait in urgent expectation of the opportunity to tell you about it.

Ever expectant, we also await your urgent attention to the poems in this issue of Innisfree.

 

The Editor
editor@innisfreepoetry.org

 

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