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Thursday, December 9, 2010


These I Steal for You
This reminds me of the poem "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W. B. Yeats ....

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.


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