[New-Poetry] ambition?

[Anny Ballardini]

      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. 

      W. B. Yeats


       


Anny Ballardini
http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/
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I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 
Friedrich Nietzsche 
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