For dad, forever in our thoughts, a poem he loved by WB Yeats:
I will arise and go now, and go to Inishfree
And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made,
Nine bean rows will I have and a hive for the honeybee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade
And I shall have some peace, 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's 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 pavement grey
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
xx
Clarissa
18th October 2019