Poem | Dreams Like Yeats
Love is Moving Magazine published a new poem of mine this week, a sample of what is to come in my upcoming poetry book with Alabaster Leaves Publishing!
Ever since I read the poems of W.B. Yeats in secondary school, I've been enamoured with his beautiful use of the English language and the imagery of each poem. In writing this poem, I finally had the opportunity to quote his words and weave them into a work of my own. The first line of it comes from his poem, 'Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven', which I adore. My own poem, similarly, speaks of desires and wishes. I hope you enjoy both!
Dreams like Yeats
Sophia Conway
I have spread my dreams, W.B. Yeats utters, tread softly
Walk carefully, and guard each step ahead.
I utter the same words to this house, our home
Becomes a church shadow as each day turns over,
Light and day falling and rising around as I haunt
The threshold here.
The hopes and requests I murmur fuse with the old
Wood and new paint becoming one; a house of
many dreams, and soon a life of many
Colours if I have my way.
I hear each desire whispered back in the stillness of the
Endless nights; echoes and mutterings, a flurry
Of prayers, clutching at meditations.
This home filled with wishes deeper than a wishing well.
My endless pleading becomes this shrine’s endless bell.
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W. B. Yeats
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.