A while back, I started posting up poems. So we return.

Once, somebody came to me with this poem. He held three or four poems in his hands--all to estimate the various aspects of a possibility of a relationship. After reading each one, he came to this one: Innisfree, an image of how it could have been were circumstances different.

It was incredible at the time (the meaning of it all) though ultimately the whole relationship-- if it could be called that-- was a complete fiasco. But I still think back on this poem and it carries so much weight. It calls me back to that moment and the fullness it held. All the promise and dream of going up together.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree - 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.