måndag, maj 17, 2010

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.

William Butler Yeats
Känner mig härligt soppy idag. Dikten ovan reciterades på kändisbröllop i London.

2 kommentarer:

Anonym sa...

Supersnygg ny look härinne. GILLA!
/ Ninne

En Lisa sa...

Tacktack! Ja, jag har nog hittat hem. För ett tag i alla fall.