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Reflect & Comment

"Poems for when everyone is Irish for one day"

On St. Patrick's Day we learn about and honor Irish culture and traditions: Poetic voices from Ireland


Consider these lines from  "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats:


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.


We are transported to another place, another time.


Can you write a poem about a place where "peace comes dropping slow"?


In what places, landscapes, retreats or destinations can you "have some peace there"?


What are your evenings "full of"? What sounds or visions?

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