Yeats
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. Det citat av Yeats har suttit fast i mitt huvud i flera dagar.
Hela dikten lyder så här:
- Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
- Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
- The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
- Of night and light and half-light,
- I would spread the cloths under your feet
- But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
- I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
- Tread softly because you tread on my dreams…
- Fast min favorit just nu är:
- When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
- And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
- And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
- Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
- How many loved your moments of glad grace,
- And loved your beauty with love false or true,
- But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
- And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
- And bending down beside the glowing bars,
- Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
- And paced among the mountains overhead
- And hid his face among a crowd of stars.
- William Butler Yeats alltså och dikterna är kallade He wishes for the cloths of heaven och When you are old.
- Visst är det lustigt vad som kan fastna där uppe i hjärnbarkens grå vindlingar?
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