Thursday, March 12, 2009

My 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.

-- William Butler Yeats

1 comment:

  1. So beautiful, both the picture and the poem. The photograph could be the setting of one of Hopper's pictures, reminds me of Nighthawks, or Magritte or even Paul Delvaux...