The Day After…
As I write this, I have no idea who won the election.
The way I look at it, no matter who won, about 50% of us are going to be unhappy, some more bitterly than others.
So, I offer something to soothe the spirit and calm the soul…
I will arise 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 none 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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
~ William Butler Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree