Wednesday, May 18, 2016

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

Jupiter and Orion Shine
Had I heaven's 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 my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

The Author – William Butler Yeats <ul><li>Born in 1865 & died in 1939 </li></ul><ul><li>Published  over 350  works </li></...
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26 comments:

  1. And it's not nice to tread on other's dreams.

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    1. Literally or figuratively, it is still cruel.

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  2. Have to watch where one treads indeed

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  3. Hopefully those dreams aren't comprised of eggs.

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    1. Those are sad dreams without substance.

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  4. Poetry so often stymies my brain, but this one is fairly easy to understand.

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    1. Yeats is my favorite poet. From Ireland and so intuitive.

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  5. Dreams (our own and others) should always be cherished.

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  6. What a wonderful photograph and the well known verse goes so well with it, Susan. Dreams are so personal and certainly shouldn't be crushed by careless comments or spiteful remarks - what are we without them?
    Special Teaching at Pempi’s Palace

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  7. Words definitely can paint beautiful, stunning pictures; which is very handy when one runs out of paints and canvases.

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    1. Words used by Yeats are magnificent.

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  8. When we share our dreams we become vulnerable to those who have none.

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  9. What a beautiful post. And I wanted to tell you that just after I posted about the old folks with their walkers, I had the same though you did. We're all moving along as best we can at our own speed and you have to admire these people. I don't think I will ever forget the old man I saw, struggling to get his walker out of the car and close the door afterwards.

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  10. Hi Susan - loved the poem ... while Yeats looks almost 1990s ... but it tells me I must get to his poems sometime ..

    The photo and those words so well meshed into cloth .. cheers Hilary

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    1. Yeats captured visions with his words. Woke me up.

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  11. Love it! I just read his autobiography, and it was an eye-opener:)

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    1. He lived during turbulent times and yet kept his art elevated.

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  12. Lovely.

    I had an interesting discussion with a student today about the color indigo. Not really sure why your post reminds me of that but it does.

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    1. To me indigo is the darkest blue black I can imagine. I can see why it popped in your mind.

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  13. Hi human, Susan,

    Yes, it's me, Penny, the amazingly modest dog! That human, Yeats, sure does some nice pawetry. Arf!

    Pawsitive wishes, Penny the pawet! :)

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    1. Yeats and Penny, the amazingly modest dog, could have had some in-depth conversations.

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  14. One of my favorites, that and Lake Isle of Inisfree!

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!