Hope it's a happy day for everyone. The first two entries under "Music Links" in the left column have some sprightly Irish tunes.
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And here's a Surprise! (click it).
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"...I will not read them as if they were prose!"
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made.
Nine beanrows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the beeloud glade.
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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.
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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.
4 comments:
I LOVE W.B. Yeats! His reading voice, however, is just too hilarious. I believe I heard a recording of him reading a poem about prodding a dead groundhog with a stick.
W.B. Yeats was my mother's 3rd cousin, known to us as Uncle Billy Butler. He was a sweet, out-doorsy fellow, but somewhat nervous. It's wonderful to hear his unique voice, as it is unique to hear his wonderful voice.
Dobby
To D. Mauby
Dear Sir or Madam - I thought it was a charming way to read a poem, to distinguish it from prose.
Sir or Madam, indeed! You silly girl!
Samuel Dobbs Mauby
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