Water Lapping

“Why would we write if we’d already heard what we want to hear?”
James Richardson

There is something so lovely about being read to, isn’t there? As tiny babes, this is one of the ways we enter the magical land of words. And yet, those days of being read to, of being soothed and saddened and uplifted by words read aloud, those days are so fleeting.

Ah, but how soul-satisfying hearing words spoken rhythmically can be! That’s why reading poetry aloud can be so enchanting, so energizing and entertaining. And when you have different voices chiming in and different people sharing different poems, it’s lovelier still.

So what a gift to spend an enchanted evening listening to a wild and wonderful gathering of poems plucked from the pages of books — some well-worn, some new — by a small band of poets and poetry lovers! We sat around a table and just read poems aloud to each other that had touched us in some way. We read poems by Sara Teasdale, Langston Hughes, Mary Oliver — all poets I’ve known and enjoyed. And we read poems by wordsmiths who were new to me, but revelatory: Mary Kinzie, Linda Gregg, and Stanley Kunitz. What a delightful evening!

So get thee to a poetry book (or site)! Whatever you’re writing, adding more rhythm and imagery will only make it stronger. To whet your appetite, here is “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by WB Yeats. Be sure to read these lines aloud: To me, they sound like water lapping, soft and soothing:

“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build 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 soon a purple glow,
And evening full of 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.”

Perhaps we should all start our day reading poetry —
and then write on.

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3 Responses to Water Lapping

  1. calmgrove says:

    As a 14-year-old in a boys school I heard this poem read by a singularly uninspiring English teacher. Living in city environments up till then, I had no real interest in or comprehension of peace and quiet or what a linnet was or where Innisfree might be.

    And yet these lines have stayed with me half a century later now that I value peace and quiet in the countryside, hear birds (but not the linnet) all day, and can see Ireland as a smudge on the horizon if I walk up the 500-metre hill behind my house. Thank you for reminding me of these lines.

  2. edboxall says:

    I’d never thought before how the rhythm is actually like the lake water lapping- a lovely thought, thanks.

    • Hi Ed,

      Thanks so much for your note. Yes, it was when I read the poem
      out loud that the soft, repetitive rhythm reminded me of water
      lapping. I’m so glad you’ll coming along with me on my
      literary adventures!

      Write on,

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