Monday Musing

As this is the first day of the first week in Ordinary Time, I wanted to celebrate with something that reflects some Splendor of the Ordinary (HT to Thomas Howard’s book by the same title). So I’m sharing a favorite poem that reflects my sentiments on this matter on this dreary, damp and cold day–which cheers me up, as any good Irish poet will.

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 grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

William B. Yeats

P.S. And yes, I do love “The Quiet Man” with its wee humble cottage!

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