sunday morning poem and catsitting minerva

 

our poem for this sunday morning was:

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 gray,

i hear it in the deep heart's core.

by william butler yeats

 after working a little on their illuminations, morgana went to help out at her friend's tap dance recital, and chanda went off to a long rehearsal for her ballet recital. greg accompanied me to minerva's home . .