Sunday, October 18, 2015

He Wishes for the 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.
                                                                W. B. Yeats



  1. I am going to read this over and over. I am greatly moved while reading it, but not exactly sure why. ( But if I said that about the photograph, the "why" part would sound silly.) I'd like to memorize this poem. I don't know anyone I could comfortably say it to, but I can name many that I could say it to as if secretly - - to myself. I don't think I could say it to God, however, though I could imagine God's saying the last two lines to me, to all of us.

    1. I took that picture on my way home from work one day, and it isn't a tenth as wonderful as the real thing. The entire sky was beautiful and I was walking in the middle of the road taking pictures in a state of near ecstasy.

  2. Thanks for your comment. I came across the poem in a book I was reading and it was so moving--or something like that--that I just decided to post it. I don't really attach it to anyone in particular.



  3. For some reason the poem brings to mind Wendy Cope's "Flowers" ( The picture is beautiful, but such pictures never capture the reality.