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.