Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Celebrating Poetry

April is poetry month, and I'm reading through my collection again.   Here is a beautiful sentiment,  by  W. B. Yeats, which is love and tender romance.

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)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats