poetry month

[curgoth]

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (W. B. Yeats)

Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths.
The blue and the dim and dark cloths
Of the light and the night and the half light
I would lay them at your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.

Comments

Re: That poem....

[curgoth]

It's possible... I know he had a big thing for Yeats in general. I didn't really start reading poetry until university, so I picked it up when I was in my "mope around and memorise poetry" phase.