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Friday, March 15, 2013

Celebrating St. Patrick's Day with Poetry

In June 2010, I had the opportunity to spend two weeks in  Ireland. It is a beautiful country with amazing landscapes. To celebrate St. Patrick's Day this year, I am sharing with my fellow readers a poem by Irish writer W. B. Yeats along with some photos from my trip. I hope this adds a welcoming dose of green to your day!


St. Patrick's Cathedral
The Wild Swans at Coole
By W. B. Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.


The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.


I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.


Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

River Liffey, Dublin
But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
This post is linked up to Saturday Snapshot, a super fun meme hosted by Alyce at At Home With Books. Head on over and check out some great photos!



Rebecca

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