Saturday, 8 August 2009

Gazing at 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.


'He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven', WB Yeats (1865-1939)

10 comments:

Michela said...

Hi Pomona, hope you're having a super weekend! Thank you for sharing this lovely poem and such stunning pictures!

Marisa said...

The pictures and poem are heavenly!

silverpebble said...

So beautiful. Thankyou for reminding me about this poem. I love the Turner-like skies in that top image!

Sandi@ My Yellow Door said...

Hi Pomona,
Thanks for stopping by today! Your verse is lovely as are your photos! Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful weekend.

Blessings,
Sandi

abeachcottage said...

g'day

sigh I miss those english beaches soooo much, our local was a pebbly with breakers just like that

sarah

Tabiboo said...

Beautiful, stunning, breath taking!

Nina x

Fabric Nation said...

how beautiful is that! gx

marigold jam said...

Love the pics and the words too. Thanks for your comment on mine.

Jane

MelMel said...

How lovely.....relaxing read...x

Cottage Garden said...

Oh Pomona - a sublime poem full of symbolic gesture - the poet becomes a painter of words. Stunning photos too. I love this!
xx

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