Poem – 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.

W. B. Yeats



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2 Responses to “Poem – He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven”

  1. Sylvia says:

    My all time favourite poem since I was 16 years old – our English Literature teacher was a firm fan of anything by WB Yeats, and his enthusiasm was contagious. Love it – thanks for airing it on Facebook.

  2. […] Another poem by Yeats, The Second Coming, was written in 1919 after the First World War and is a slightly depressing poem.  While about war – whether the First World War or the earlier Prussian War – it hints at the destructive power of humanity whether through war, environmental change, mining or “economic development” and that befalls the earth is largely of humanity’s making as it no longer has any innocence of the fate of the planet, with much of the world moulded and shaped by our hands into a Garden of Eden or a place of financial or environmental disaster depending on your viewpoint.  But the key is that there will be no saviour or silver bullet to come from “somewhere in sands of the desert” and humanity must address its own hubris when the limits to the earth are breached.  This leads on to the idea of sustainability, that much abused and misused word.    […]

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