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 in The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
1 comment:
hermosa pintura,me recuerda a mi mismo de niño,trás el canto infinito de la noche,kilometros y kilometros... hasta el almacen mas cercano. gracias por revivírlo. desde tucumán,(argentina) salud.
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