terça-feira, 15 de abril de 2008

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 upon my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

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nascimento disse...

W. B. Yeats nasceu no mesmo dia (uns anos antes, claro) que Fernando Pessoa. de certeza que há dias especialmente escolhidos pelos deuses.