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 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
A while ago I profiled Yeats and gave a few lines of the poem above, I think that reading it as a whole is very much more moving (; profound etc.)… ^
&, here’s another. This is not about love though. For me, it’s somehow about being (stuck) on the shoulders of giants which is, I’d say, a mixed blessing; a double-edged sword (good for scientific advancement but an impediment to artistic originality — deference… ‘gratitude’… reverence… dependency… &c.):
Gratitude to the Unknown Instructors
What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
— W. B. Yeats
XX. JUST ANOTHER NUMBER
Tied to an Oak and Ghaf rack I abear,
whenever weren’t love a thing to revere?
It’s the heart of every sordid affair;
was mine dashed by the whim of an Emir?
We’d heaven ’til reality’s ensnare,
there’s no fate worse than this heartfelt despair.
Lost love lacerates, I hereby declare;
you’re the sand’s one jewel, this I’ll not forswear.
Stretched to the edge of reason I clamour,
my heart begs you to hear its enamour.
My words aren’t read yet I shall enedevour,
for with lost love I’ve just them and velour.
Damn these feeble rhyming lines, I’m too blue;
I dream of your neck and love-biting you.
p.s.
mixed blessing
a thing that has disadvantages as well as advantages. — “Declaring the word love so late in their relationship was, with the benefit of objective and dispassionate hindsight, very much a mixed blessing…”
a double-edged sword
a situation or course of action having both positive and negative effects. — “Talking candidly about their darker thoughts was a double-edged sword in, oh so many bittersweet goddamned ways.”
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