Friday, January 15, 2010

Great Moments in Fabric Literature, Vol IX

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's 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.

William Butler Yeats, 1899

Here is a lesser known Yeats poem that deserves to be better known. I like his vivid imagery and word choices. (You just don't see "enwrought" every day). I wouldn't mind some of that cloth myself.

2 comments: said...

That is lovely. Just lovely.

AuntieAllyn said...

Thanks for passing that one along . . . . a truly gorgeous and moving assemblage of words! (can't believe I used the word assemblage!)