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Pinch me…I’m Not Wearing Green

I’m not even dressed yet. Talk about lazy. Anyhoo….pinch someone, it’s St. Patty’s Day.
I’m reading “Yeats’s Ghost” by Brenda Maddox. I’m enjoying it immensely although I’m not sure why, poetry is not my forte. I’ve never been interested in poetry nor do I really understand it but somehow the poetry of W.B. Yeats touches me. His phrasing and imagery interested me enough to want to read more about him.  I do recommend Ms Maddox’s book.

Because it’s St. Patrick’s Day and because Yeats was Irish, I’m sharing my favorite poems penned by the man.

Brenda Fricker’s reading of Never Give All The Heart is my absolute favorite.

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

The Chieftains-Tears of Stone

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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 the 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.

Cherish the Ladies- Threads of Time

And lastly:

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

Alright then me darlins, enjoy your day; perhaps imbibe a green beer, & dance with the faeries. Embrace your inner Irish.


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