Invitation to Oral Tradition Poetry Salon - The Deep Heart’s Core - Saturday, March 21 in Sebastopol

[Larry Robinson]

You are cordially invited to join us for an Oral Tradition Poetry Salon

The Deep Heart’s Core

Saturday, March 21
to celebrate the vernal equinox and the beginning of Spring

7:00 PM

at the home of Rebecca Evert in Sebastopol 

Seating is limited.
To reserve a space please send Rebecca a message at revert at sonic.net
(Do not reply to this message.)



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.

	- William Butler Yeats
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