I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Contributed by: Fear of Fish
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Contributed by: Diana
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
Contributed by: Wendy
Cast a cold EyeOn Life, on DeathHorseman, pass by
Source: W.B. Yeats Obituary
Contributed by: ~C4Chaos
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Source: The title of the poem is: The Two Trees
Contributed by: Laurie
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance.
Source: Among School Children
Contributed by: Zaady
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. Quarrel in Old Age
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
Source: The Letters of W. B. Yeats Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary Moore, refrain
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