Anthologia III - FELICITY WARBRICK

Anthologia III
Felicity Warbrick × W. B. Yeats

In The Lake Isle of Innisfree, W. B. Yeats evokes a retreat into quiet — a space where the natural world restores and renews. Felicity Warbrick’s practice mirrors this search for stillness. Working across painting and print, she explores how memory and landscape intersect, and how traces of human presence linger in the wild.

Brought together, poem and artwork reflect a shared impulse: to listen closely, to find calm in connection, and to rediscover meaning in place.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by 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.