sobota, 06. oktober 2012

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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 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.

3 komentarji:

  1. Kdaj greš? Grem s tabo. Samo potem ne bo tako, kot je Yeats napisal, ker bova že dve!!! Martita

  2. Martita, tebe vzamem s sabo,ker znaš angleško. Predvidevam, da je Yeatsov imaginarni svet v angleščini.