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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It's embarrassing, but I found myself aggravated by the last two lines of the Keats. :-)
ReplyDelete"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.
haha... I like your version better, too! :D
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