7 Oct 2009




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)

1 comment:

  1. This poem sends sparkles to my brain, keep up the creative vegetable juices.... yr living the dream young jim!

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