Tuesday, March 15, 2005

HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with 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.

William Butler Yeats

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I'd be hard put to name my top 10 favorite poems, but I marvel at what Yeats was able to do with eight lines.

1 Comments:

Anonymous eek said...

HOLY SHIT.

Nobody ever knows this poem. It's definitely my favorite Yeats.

10:37 PM  

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