Sul lago di Bracciano/Innisfree

[singlepic id=70 w=406 h=304 float=center]

“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.”

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree, William Butler Yeats

Campagna per la riconquista del deserto perduto e del bosco ritrovato. L’acqua della meditazione e il vascello verso ciò che si cela nell’oscurità alla fine dell’oscurità.