…photographs by an American living in Ireland

A Coole Drop of Water

...In Coole demesne,
and there to finish up
Spread to a lake and drop into a hole.
What's water but the generated soul?

Upon the border of that lake's a wood
Now all dry sticks under a wintry sun,
And in a copse of beeches there I stood,
For Nature's pulled her tragic buskin on
And all the rant's a mirror of my mood

from the poem 'Coole Park and Ballylee', by Wm Butler Yeats, 1931
Photographed December 2010 in Coole Park


3 responses

  1. a lovely poem 🙂

    lovely usage of words!!

    i especially liked ” what’s water but the generated soul?”

    January 12, 2011 at 14:08

  2. Very nice! Love the image in the drop of water!! 🙂

    January 12, 2011 at 14:48

  3. Lovely reflection in the drop!

    January 12, 2011 at 16:24

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