He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (W. B. Yeats)
Remember me saying I'd post poetry I like? Yeah. I ought to do it more often.
This is rather famous (especially the last line), and could even be called cheesy, but I like it nevertheless.
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.
Comments: 2
If it didn't overuse the word "tread" in the last line it would be much better :)
Wow. Long time, no see. (There is a story here about computers crashing, losing bookmarks and years in between files being lost and files being recovered, but I can't find a way to make it interesting. Anyway.) Clicking through old links, I found your blog again and decided to say "Hello!" Glad to know you are doing well.
Also, I absolutely love that poem. The last few lines may be cheesy, but they always meant a lot to me, especially when I was fumbling my way through college.
