September 2013 – W.B. Yeats

September 1913    W.B. Yates What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone; For men were born to pray and save; Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary … Continue reading September 2013 – W.B. Yeats

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Canongate Book 5 – Dream a little dream of me…

After some delay; the next book in the LeedsBookClub Canongate Challenge was Dream Angus by Alexander McCall Smith. A huge fan of Alexander McCall Smith (Please read his wikipedia page - he is fascinating); I discovered the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency a few years ago and read about six books in the series over … Continue reading Canongate Book 5 – Dream a little dream of me…

The Song of the Wandering Aengus – W.B. Yates

The Song of the Wandering Aengus  W.B. Yates I WENT out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing,And moth-like stars were flickering out,I dropped the berry in a streamAnd … Continue reading The Song of the Wandering Aengus – W.B. Yates

The Lake Isle of Inishfree – W.B. Yates

The Lake Isle of Inishfree 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 … Continue reading The Lake Isle of Inishfree – W.B. Yates

The Stolen Child – WB Yates

The Stolen Child WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, … Continue reading The Stolen Child – WB Yates

He wishes for the clothes of Heaven – W.B. Yates

He wishes for the clothes of Heaven Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my … Continue reading He wishes for the clothes of Heaven – W.B. Yates