The Lake Isle of InnisfreeI 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
This was one of the poems I learnt that first year of learning poems. I love the agrarian romanticism that's expressed in it and the specificity of what is needed for a simple life - nine bean rows, a hive for the honey bee...I love the sounds at the poem's centre, the slowed-down life of contemplation echoed in those lovely evocations of a tangible peace.
I'm currently in Brisbane - the city I grew up in. If there's ever a time for nostalgia it's when you return somewhere you spent those difficult years between childhood and adulthood. Passing a couple leaning into each other on a park bench this morning, I remembered that intensity - when the world stops with you, holds its breath as you fall in love and kiss. So really, I should have posted a love poem here. Although 'Lake Isle of Innisfree' is a love poem - to an idea, a place and a time. Maybe I should write a love poem to Brisbane and my younger self?