More poemy goodness
Art & Literature August 19th, 2005
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by W.B. YeatsHad I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I’m not really sure what it means, but I like it. I did a paper on Yeats in high school, and I’d forgotten how quietly powerful he is. I’ll have to borrow another book of his and refresh my memory.
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