"There a no strangers here, only friends you haven't yet met"
- W.B. Yeats
*Irish Poet and playwright * Irish Senator *
|William Butler Yeats|
* Nobel Prize Laureate *Hopeless Romantic *
Yeat's poetry has an ethereal quality about it, a sadness, a longing but you can always, always feel the depth of his love. It's almost within reach. One of my favourite of Yeat's Love Poems? I am partial to 'He Wishes for the Cloth of Heavens', - the last line of this poem sends shivers down my spine, 'tis awe inspiring. If I could pen a single line as beautiful as that, I would be happy.
He Wishes for the Cloth of Heavens
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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Poem via thepoemhunter
A/N: Hello dear friends, London, nay - the entire Nation has a holiday, well except for my dear shopping delivery man who tell's me 'it's a normal working day for me." Technically, everyone, except Jolly Shopping Man, is celebrating the Prince Williams marriage to his dear lady, Kate. Whatever the reason, there is a 'Street Party' in my hood, and yes, all the fence railings are covered in bunting. I shall be preparing smoked salmon blinis and sipping champagne along with friends, just because... ahem, and can I just wish the Happy Bride and Groom a life filled with Yeats romantic prose? Yes, indeed. Here's hoping.
PS: I'm secretly hoping the Writhing Gown is indeed, Vintage Alexander McQueen...rumours are wild at this moment. Can I admit to watching for the fashion? I hear such and such is wearing.... *rubs hands excitedly* Wot?! I'm a lady who loves a good frock! Happy Friday!