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

A hundred years ago, William Butler Yeast, an Irish poet wrote this poem. The poem talks about an imaginary place call Innisfree, when separated, it simply meant "Inn is free". I like to think it as an inn which is free, although it is opened to other interpretations as well. But that is way too much to talk about here. William described it as a place, whereby he will get peace and tranquility. And nobody will bother him there. The poem is crafted in perfection, just like the chicken in Kenny Rogers, grilled to perfection. Except for the part where he describe noon time as a "purple glow". That may be an example of literary licence. Which is an obscure rule that says a poet may execute grammatical mistakes and other errors for the purpose to beautify his or her poetry.


I would also like to think that I have an Innisfree. A place where I can go and enjoy myself. I like to call this place my blog. It is a place where I can have peace and tranquility, to write whatever I want and to express what I have in mind. I do not have to bear responsibility to anyone, neither do I have to hold accountable to anything I write. There is a freedom for expression here, exclusively for me. As long as I do not use it for heinous purposes, to defame and to falsely accuse. I am allowed to say what I want. Whether good or bad, round or square, crude or gentle, rude or insane. I have this Innisfree.


I do not have to write anything to please anyone, neither do I have to worry if I fail to entertain. This is not a public display whereby I beg people to come and read, to judge and ridicule. Comments are feed backs, subject to my consent with pride and prejudice. Freedom of expression is exclusively mine in Innisfree and not anyone else. Criticism are open to my interpretations, and I delete them as I please. For reasons both right and wrong.


If you happened to be a passer by, and is intrigued by my language. Please do not be offended, I do not mean any harm. It is just ...... well, my Innisfree.