“We can make our minds so like still water
that beings gather about us . . .
that they may see, it may be, their own images . . .
and so live for a moment with a clearer,
perhaps even a fiercer life
because of our quiet.”
–William Butler Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore, 1893
This is my favorite prose poem in all the world. I aspire to this state of mind, and manage to visit it occasionally.
Lately I’ve been spending much of my time sketching/painting, at home and out in nature; that explains the recent quiet spell on my blog. No worries, I’m still here, just not bubbling over with words. Instead, I’m enjoying admiring and creating images.
This Yeats prose poem has haunted me for years, and now is the perfect time to share it with you. I hope your gentle sketching sessions allow your soul to be a bit more still from time to time. Happy spring to everyone, I do so adore May.