September 9th, 2009
|11:16 pm - Poem for the Day|
Cloths of Heaven
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.
Current Mood: tired
|Date:||September 10th, 2009 06:51 am (UTC)|| |
Damn. I publish a little piece of verse with no claim to greatness on my blog - open my friends page - and right beneath it, to show up all its inadequacies, is one of the greatest English-language poems of the last century. Ah well, thanks anyway.
|Date:||September 10th, 2009 06:58 am (UTC)|| |
*laughs* Sorry, man, it was completely unintentional!
|Date:||September 10th, 2009 03:23 pm (UTC)|| |
The most astonishing thing is that Yeats seems to have been unlucky in love. I know that if I were a woman and someone wrote verse like that for me, I would go down like ten tons of bricks.
|Date:||September 10th, 2009 09:25 am (UTC)|| |
Ah, so that's where the famous quotation (ie the last line of the poem) comes from.
My mother learnt Yeats' "Lake Isle of Innisfree" off ny heart as a girl, and was able to recite it.
You know, I'm not sure I've read the whole thing before. It's lovely.
There's a bit in Equilibrium where Sean Bean reads the second half of this aloud. Very poignant moment for the character made that much more excellent by the perfection of the verse.