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Monday, February 19, 2007 

Current mood:  pleased
Category: Writing and Poetry

For John. Enjoy!


Aedh 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 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.



The original speaker of the poem, Aedh, is appropriately enough both a poet and a "God of death". Aedh was the old Gaelic God of death, one of the children of Lir, who used to charm souls away through his seductive harp music. Yeats seems to have used this character in some of his stories and describes him as fire reflected in water. In Yeats' volume of 1899, The Wind Amongst The Reeds, he represents Yeats' renunciation of the modern world and his desire for death in life and life and death - a pessimistic dualism.



Anthony Hopkins* reads this poem in the film 84 Charing Cross Road (Thank you, John!):






*Anthony Hopkins' mother, Muriel Hopkins (née Yeats), is a distant relative of William Butler Yeats.

Currently reading:
The Wind Among The Reeds
By W. B. Yeats
Release date: 30 June, 2004
John

 
Brilliant!  Absolutely beautiful and brilliant.  You must see the film Equilibrium, they make good use of this lovely piece.

Keep up the good work Yeats!

 
Posted by John on Sunday, February 18, 2007 - 3:11 PM
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W. B. Yeats

 
Without the Art and Beauty, our lives would be merely mundane, and we would be left in a dark world that offers nothing but recycled garbage!
 
Posted by W. B. Yeats on Monday, February 19, 2007 - 3:34 AM
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Emmuska Orczy

 

So simple and so beautiful.

Taking the chance in trusting others, showing our dreams,  deepest feelings and thoughts, knowing they could all be crushed, yet laying them down and hoping that  the other person will ‘tread lightly’….that is not an easy thing to do.

It's a magnificent poem, in every aspect.


 
Posted by Emmuska Orczy on Wednesday, February 21, 2007 - 2:30 PM
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Dolls & Magic*

 

How cool. I just saw that film. I really like Anthony Hopkins, but Anne Bancroft is a bit too much for me...The film was rather sad in a way...I think I'd like it more without Anne Bancroft. I could relate to it though, as I have a friend in Kent that I've been corresponding with daily for years now.


 
Posted by Dolls & Magic* on Friday, March 23, 2007 - 10:15 PM
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MoNtSe

 
No words! thank you :)
 
Posted by MoNtSe on Saturday, January 12, 2008 - 11:41 PM
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