In the deep heart’s core

We enjoyed ourselves this Thursday, working with a Board team of mostly young people. Then, after an afternoon of discussions and possibilities with them, the two of us went to Plot 44, for a summer evening of peace and reflections.

From the first time I read the poem I wanted to go there, I wanted to find it. So beautifully described I assumed it would be be a real place. I could find it on no map, but still I wanted to go there, in my deep heart’s core. ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ – the bee-loud glade?

My bee-loud glade.

Plot 44, the bee-loud glade.

“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.”

W.B. Yeats

Well, at last and finally, I feel I’ve come to the long sought Isle of Innisfree. Gardening peacefully and walking quietly with Sarah.

In this high summertime, the longest and best we’ve had for years, the allotment has become like an island, woody, secluded, separated, quiet. Where peace has, at last, come dropping slowly into our lives.

The peace began a few sunny weeks ago, when we went to the shore of our island, to Anglesey, and brought the contented stillness back with us to Plot 44.

Mostly just the poem today then, and these pictures, of peace in summertime.

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In the deep heart's core. Sarah on the shore if Innisfree.

In the deep heart’s core. Sarah on the shore of Innisfree.

Here, late in his life, W.B Yeats reads his poem.

5 thoughts on “In the deep heart’s core

  1. stan cotter

    Hi Ronnie, I am not into poetry but I read your contribution on the Isle of Innisfree and listened to Yeats on your site and must say it was beautiful. I’m afraid his accent was a bit hard for me to grasp but I could feel the sentiment in what he said, having already read your words. Very nice Ronnie.

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    1. Ronnie Hughes Post author

      I was astonished to find a recording of him. A voice and accent from a bygone time before radio, television and familiarity began smoothing out our differences. A lovely sound.

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  2. cheethamlib

    Amazing that you found an actual recording of Yeats reading his own glorious poem. Really the Lake Isle of Innisfree touches a sense of longing in all of us to be in a place of perfect peace. Wonderful to be reminded of that poem…..

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