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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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