Sunday, July 6, 2014

Samantha Keely Smith
















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






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2 comments:

  1. It's embarrassing, but I found myself aggravated by the last two lines of the Keats. :-)

    "I have spread my dreams under your feet,
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

    I was taught, repeatedly, that poetry is better the more spare it is; and I would have made that:
    "I have spread my dreams before your feet.
    Tread softly."

    So how arrogant is that?? :-)
    I like the paintings; but it does feel like she's searching for the right one... and there, again.

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    1. haha... I like your version better, too! :D

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