Friday, March 31, 2006

Weekend Assignment #105: Poetry in Motion

Yet another great challenge from the Blogfather.

Weekend Assignment #105: Share a favorite poem.

Irish Poet...natch. I love this poem and at one time had it memorized.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, dramatist and prose writer, one of the greatest English-language poets of the 20th century. Yeats received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.

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.



monponsett said...

WBY died after cutting himself on some scrap iron. While the wound didn't kill him, he ended up passing away due to a Yeats infection.

You may want to bookmark this entry, because that may be the worst joke I've ever seen... and I've seen a bunch, let me tell you.

nellemclaughlin said...

I love it also.

readmereadyou said...

Oh, I love it. How romantic. : ) Love those Irishmen. LOL! They have always been my weakness. : )


lisaram1955 said...

Lovely!  It brings such colors and images to my mind...  Lisa  :-]  

oceanmrc said...

Great poem - thanks for posting it.

helmswondermom said...

Beautiful poem!  Thanks for sharing.