Hello everybody. My name is Clare O'Malley. Thank you to Councilman Jim Kenney and Arden for having me here. It's a pleasure to be here to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day with you all, or as we say in Ireland, La Fheile Padraig.
So as Jim said, I was actually born and raised in County Dublin, Ireland in a town called Booterstown, and I moved to America to study at the University of the Arts on Broad Street. And I'm currently an actor here and working at Philadelphia Theatre Company at the moment.
So today I'm going to share with you two poems from the legendary W.B. Yeats and one of my personal favorite Irish songs called My Lagan Love.
This first poem is called The Lake Isle of Innisfree.
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 honeybee; 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 gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
And this next one is called When You Are Old.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book, and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars, murmur, a little sadly, how love fled and paced upon the mountains overhead and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
And this is My Lagan Love.