sexta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2010

W,B, YEATS, on dreams...

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 (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats

3 comentários:

mac disse...

A dream is like a bottled vitamin – we don’t really need it but we think is best to take it.

jama disse...

Tenho uma canção romântica à sua espera no meu estaminé. Já a ouviu?

saphou disse...

Não. Vou espreitar.