Wednesday, April 02, 2008
He Wishes For the Clothes of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered clothes,
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.
Yeats, when I hear you,
will-o’-the wisp is my feel-
ing; mist in my soul
( haiku and yeats courtesy of a wonderful blog - please visit
94stranger - rainring
The photo I took of my new grandson Toby, comfortably clothed in splendor...