one of my favorite poems.

I have many books of poetry, the first one I bought over two decades ago, and many others were given as gifts. Since then,I have bought a dozen annual anthologies of modern poets. I love those, and admire many poets who have emerged in the 1990's through now. However, Yeats tugs at my romantic heartstrings, and although some of his poems seem sentimental to some cynics, many of his works are, at their heart, very dire, very straightforward, and very compatico with any modern reader.

I invite you to read one of his works printed below, and also buy a book of his poems to keep at home. I have one that I got long ago in a bookstore in Panama City Fl decades ago. I have many other volumes now, of great poets. I enjoy sharing what I love, and poetry is always there, under the surface of the silly stuff I write about. My husband knows that I am returning to my roots when I am reading my poetry or old literature books.

Reading stuff on the internet is not the same as having a pile of good books to read. The physicality of holding a book (any book, even I delve into a good Jonathan Kellerman or Patricia Cornwell novel every month along with some great literature) and turning pages and reading type is not the same as looking at a monitor. It's about the experience of reading a poem the way it was meant to be read, especially ones before the advent of the internet. I have published this before but it bears repeating:

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.