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I will arise and go now, for always night and day / I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; / While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, / I hear it in the deep hearts core
I will arise and go now, for always night and day / I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; / While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, / I hear it in the deep hearts core
@kaysworld1 thanks so much for all the #Favoritepoetswap gifts - I'm looking forward to reading them whilst listening to the cd! I've got to send some bloods off tomorrow to my hospital so will send your package at the same time! Sorry about the blurry quality of the photo.
@LazyDays #poetrymatters
Prompt: Pity
Yeats poems are always cryptic.
St. Patrick‘s Day seemed like an appropriate time to share one of my favourite poems by my very favourite poet.☘️
Had I The Heavens embroidered cloths
Enrought with golden & silver light
The Blue & the dim & the dark cloths Of night
& Light & 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.
#FierceFeb #RichMansDream ( your mind is a palace 😉- Frank McCourt)
#QuotsyDec17 #Dance @TK-421 * O body swayed to music, O , Brightening glance. How can we tell the dancer from the dance ?
( I‘ve posted this quote before. But I really love it , ❤️Yeats.
#NoteWorthyNovember #Dreams @Jess7 THE CLOTHS of HEAVEN.........”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
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...
#chaos
#QuotsyNov17
@TK-421
...Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Gets me every time 😢
"Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends."
30+ years of friendship in the room - something to celebrate
Earth in beauty dressed / Awaits returning spring./ All true love must die,/ Alter at the best/ Into some lesser thing./ *Prove that I lie.* - "Her Anxiety"
