Tread softly

    One of this week's new arrivals is Sue Eckstein's novel The Cloths of Heaven. I shall give it a proper introduction later, but for now it provides an excuse for a poem as its title is from W. B. Yeats' 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 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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(The picture is not of Yeats' Ireland but the island of Lewis).