Monday, May 29, 2006

"Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and of 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-

4 comments:

Cal-el of Krypton said...

2 feet of topsoil, little bit of bedrock... limestone in-between, a fossilized dinosaur, a little patch of crude oil, a thousand feet of granite underneath...


the there's me.

-Brad Paisley

Dani said...

I like it, dreams and hopes are the best gift any way

Table of Stone said...

nice poem

Laura Kathryn said...

Oh Adam, that's one of my favorite poems! I love it. Keep it up man.
-K