Yes indeed , but first, let’s find out where exactly is
I have to admit my ignorance about English or Celtic
Geography or Literature. For sure it is not in the Bible,
I went to National Geographic and to the Yellow Pages,
to soothe my griefs and I screamed “Eureka” when
I found out the city of Innisfree actually exists,
not on the Himalayas near to Shan-gri-lah……..
Is a very nice resort southern town frequently visited
by tourist especially from London in the United Kingdom,
nevertheless it’s merely closer to Plymouth ( Port, not
Rock ) about four hours by sea, depending of the wind
or ” El Nino ” factors, If you prefer two hours maybe less, driving on a scenic Parkway A-38 enjoying the
view of very British agricultural estates, including
cereals, like Barley which is use for the elaboration
of malt liquors, including BEER.
What a coincidence, that’s exactly a word I tried to
elude, but my Search engines showed me 10,555 times with the name of ” Innisfree ” mainly PUBS,BARS everywhere, including One in Tuscaloosa,Alabama. ( Not far from Crimson Tide Stadium ).
I did found a couple of hotels and One Senior Living Community.
Time to go back to my story, this time with more accuracy.
William Butler Yeats ( 13 June 1865- 28 January 1939 )
was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of
the 20th century Literature who wrote also, among so
other poems :
” 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.
– W.B. Yeats
The song called ” The Isle of Innisfree” , was written ( words and music ) by Irish songwriter Dick Farrelly. The melody was used as the main theme of the film ” The Quiet Man ” ( 1952 Award winners
John Wayne, Maureen O’hara and directed by John Ford.)
And now, the lyrics of that unforgettable Song :
” THE ISLE OF INNISFREE “
I’ve met some folks who say that I’m a dreamer,
And I’ve no doubt there’s truth in what they say,
But sure a body’s bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away.
And precious things are dreams unto an exile.
They take him o’er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he’s an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter.
I’m once again back home in Inisfree.
I wander o’er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know.
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home, and tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf fire gathered
On bended knees their rosary is told.
But dreams don’t last
Tho’ dreams are not forgotten
And soon I’m back to stern reality
But tho’ they paved the footways here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree.