Friday, 27 January 2017

Sacred Ground

On the approach of the anniverary of Yeats' passing, there was an invitation to share thoughts on 'He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven' during a walk along the Cúl Trá in County Waterford.


Weaving together myth, memory and divinity in 'He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven', the poet's longing conjures an internal and external landscape rich in colour and texture, a landscape that we may find ourselves within, a dreamed up world spread beneath our feet.



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


William Butler Yeats



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