Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Cloths Of Heaven

by Yeats

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 these 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.

This poem (and quite possibly the only proper poem I know) has inspired a
2.5" x 3.5" painting.

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