Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Time out for clarity


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.

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)

3 comments:

Deadlyjelly said...

One of the few poems I remember - and love - from school x

Mark J said...

I just wish we learnt more about poetry when I was at school...

Deadlyjelly said...

No. Seriously, you don't. At least, you might now . . . but not then