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.
(The picture is not of Yeats' Ireland but the island of Lewis).