Monday April 07, 2008

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.

Monday October 29, 2007

The Garden of Proserpine (A. C. Swinburne)

Yes, I'm posting something that isn't related to World of Warcraft. Amazing, isn't it?

I figured I might as well flesh out this weblog a bit more, and start doing things I'd been wanting to do with it for a while - namely, posting poetry I like.

Here's the first one.

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