"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."
"I think this is something the Jewish and Arab populations share. We both want to live in peace." the bus full of sleepy american students nodded silently in approval. He flipped through his book of Yeats poetry, and then began reading aloud once more:
"I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
So this, this is the dream we share. It is a broken dream-- a broken
dream we share. And so I think for both peoples, we need to stop
thinking about the past and start focusing on the future."
To which I heard Hussein reply quietly "Inshallah."