Source Poems: "The Lake Isle of Innisfree"

For National Poetry Month 2014, I have invited 17 authors and poets to guest post about source poems. In this series of essays, each writer will describe a single poem's significance in his or her life.

Welcome, Poetry Friday readers! Poet, educator, and Poetry Friday regular (as a fan) Janet Fagal is today's guest blogger. 

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Janet Fagal

Poems by Heart and “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

If I were asked about my “source” poem 11 years ago, I would probably admit I did not have one. Maybe I would think back to my childhood and my mother and her love of poetry. I knew Masefield’s “Sea Fever” was one that mattered to her. She would recite it on occasion. But since I grew up on Long Island, New York and we were literally surrounded by water and boats, the sea was just part of life to me. The “call to return again” only happened when I grew up and moved away. Maybe my source poem comes because my mother taught me to recite all the Nursery Rhymes by the time I was 20 months old. But of course that is something I can’t recall, though I do know many of them by heart to this day. Both of these things, I believe set the stage for my love of poetry.

 

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Naturally I became familiar with poems and liked some poems as I grew, but it wasn’t until the later 1980s and 1990s when, as a 5^th grade teacher, I realized that poems were a good way to help my students get into writing. I wrote along with them and became a “closet” poet.

For me “poetry” often was that dark and confusing subject from high school. You know the experience, the way Billy Collins tells us how they tie the poem to the chair and beat it to reveal its core. I was young and naïve. How was I supposed to figure out what the poet meant? And I wanted the right answer; I was a good and dutiful student. If the poet was long gone, how could we know for sure what he or she really meant? Luckily, I saw the light before the end of my teaching career.

I embraced poetry as a teaching tool and for its sheer undiluted power as a genre. And then I fell in love. As one of my students wrote in a poem, “Poetry is everything.” And poetry was everywhere, almost every day in my 3^rd grade room. Beginning in 2001, because of the way my students eagerly embraced every poem I shared, I began to integrate poetry across the curriculum close to daily. And what a blessing that became. I eventually realized that getting kids to recite together (choral expression) and learn poems by heart was easy, fun, and had “mega” educational potential. A long-time “kid watcher” I was astounded that my 8 and 9 year olds were game for learning almost any poem. And could do it so effortlessly and joyfully. I have since referred to poetry as the “biggest bang for the education buck” for busy teachers and happy children.

Alas, I knew no poems by heart and had no source poem. That changed. After maybe 3 years of not forcing myself to practice the poems, I began to notice that I was learning some of them. And parts of others. Once I had a few by heart, others came along more easily. I began to use reciting poems to myself for many things: falling asleep at night, entertaining myself through dental procedures or on long car trips, and sharing with students or friends.

But the poem I come back to most often is William Butler Yeats’ “The Lake Isle of Innisfree.” One of my third graders introduced it to me for her project on Ireland. I can’t honestly recall if I had heard that poem before Olivia shared it with the class. Since then this poem has taught me so much. As I say it again and again, I pause and reflect at different spots. I stress different lines in different ways. It rhymes, has a nice flow, is a “classic”.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

William Butler Yeats

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.

What it speaks to is my childhood, as well as my now. It forces me to remember the places that matter. When the world is too much, I can say the poem silently and instantly transport myself to my own Innisfree. I have a few spots to choose from: a cozy cottage on a little harbor in Maine, the beach at Chappaquiddick or on Long Island, a view of the New Hampshire mountains that I can never forget (found because of a detour we were forced to take on a country road), or my grandmother’s house back in the 50s in East Hampton, before it became “The Hamptons”, sitting in the green tree swing or Adirondack chairs my grandfather, Rob Dunbar made. All are snapshots of times and places that brought me so much happiness that I didn’t realize at the time.

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Just thinking about the poem brings peace. But that is not all. Once I arrive at my own Innisfree, I get busy. I can build a cabin, plant a garden, and live in a “bee-loud glade.” Just like Yeats, when I am somewhere that overwhelms, I can recall the sound of the water in the lake, gently lapping at the shoreline or hear the roar of waves crashing. I commune with nature and appreciate it all. I can see the stars at night, feel the warmth of noon, enjoy sunset and watch the birds at dusk.

It also helps me feel determined. I WILL arise and go now. I will choose. I like how I feel that I have the power to get away from my crowded, sometimes overly-busy life and find respite. And then at the end, I experience a connection over time and place, from deep in my heart and am back with my grandparents, old friends, new friends and my family. And I smile. The words play over in my mind and I travel yet again.

This source poem makes me notice and appreciate. While it has been a long time since I have physically been to most of my special places, I know them intimately from this poem. I hold my grandmother’s hand while we clam at the bay, play in the waves with my father, sit on the deck with my husband and watch the lobsterman and sailboats as they come and go. And when I write my own poems I find that I incorporate the special places that let my spirit soar and surround me with the love and goodness of the people who raised and cared for me in the best way they could. I remember my father’s words spoken on one of our month-long family camping or boating trips. “I have taken you all over this country showing you its natural beauty and today is the first time I have heard you admire the beauty of nature on your own.” We were on Lake Champlain and I looked east at the pretty sky and clouds and mountains in the distance. It was after a bad storm, nearing sunset. I was in college and I was proud.

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I know now that I gave my father a gift that day. And what I have learned from my source poem most is that it is important to pause and reflect on what matters most to you. Whatever it may be. And to appreciate all of the good fortune you may have had in life. This may not be new news or a deep “aha” buried in a poem, but my source poem, which I carry with me always, never fails to bring me a deep sense of contentment.

William Butler Yeats
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Janet Fagal is a retired teacher who lives in the Finger Lakes region of New York State. A published poet, Janet’s poems can be found on the NLAPW’s website (National League of American Pen Women) and in their recent anthology: Spirit, Peace and Joy as well as in their magazine The Pen Woman. Two of Janet’s poems were recently honored in a national poetry contest. She speaks at national and state education conferences where she shows teachers how putting poetry at the heart of the literacy classroom is an important and powerful way to improve children’s love of words, ideas and literacy. Don’t underestimate your power to memorize. It is easier than you can imagine.

Here is a link to a 3 minute video of her students reciting poems, some of which were written by her students.

Previous posts in this series:

Laura Shovan on "This Is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams

Dylan Bargteil on "On Moral Leadership as a Political Dilemma" by June Jordan

J. C. Elkin on "Hannibal Clim" (author unknown)

Diane Mayr on a haiku by Basho

Jone MacCulloch on "We Are Waiting (a pantoum)" by Joyce Sidman

Mary Bargteil on Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Jacqueline Jules on "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes

Pamela Murray Winters on "The Land of Counterpane" by Robert Louis Stevenson

Dennis Kirschbaum on "Rain" by Robert Louis Stevenson