Happy May Day! Today we celebrate both the venerable tradition of honoring our workers, and the holiday also known as Beltane in some parts of the world. This holiday celebrates the coming of spring and summer, and focuses on fertility and the growing season. We may celebrate with a bonfire, or dancing around a Maypole, or simply appreciating earth’s bounty all around us. This year, we’re especially grateful that winter rains have brought lushness to our garden after several years of drought.
So, in honor of the season and also to sneak in another poem at the end of National Poetry Month, here’s one of my favorites, by one of my favorites, William Butler Yeats:
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.