The Land of Heart’s Desire
(somewhat)
Come Fairies, take me out of this
dull world, for I would ride with
you upon the wind and dance
upon the mountains like a flame!
W. B. Yeats.
W. B. Yeats is one of my favourite poets. Today I went for coffee with a friend. We talked of keeping diaries (and maybe weblogs) and what one writes for all the world to see or not as the case may be. She mentioned Anais Nin, who had many lovers and might have had a very “racy” diary (or two). I offered W. B. Yeats and wondered if his entries would be full Maud Gonne.
For the time that it takes me to write a short post (a diary entry), I am in another world. I am in the poem or an elusive word, or the entanglements of a sentence. I am out of this mundane existence and dancing with the fairies of my imagination on a higher plane – aflame, exalted and if it all works out intellectually satisfied.
I toyed with using the word “ravished” for “satisfied.” However, I am not an Anais Nin. I went to a convent school. I understand more of the angst of Yeats and his sense of “unfulfillment.” It too is a driving force towards perfection, which may be not of this world.
The pictures are the best I could do for “other worldly” while still being “of this world” – A midsummer night’s post.