|W.B. Yeats in 1911|
Wikipedia photo by
George Charles Beresford
At the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry presented members and followers with a special challenge on Sunday, but we were traveling and couldn't get a good satellite signal, so I didn't see it until Monday. Meanwhile, I had written something for Open Link Monday, so I posted that.
A little disordered, a little vague, and a little late...ah, well, c'est moi.
Kerry used eight of my favorite lines of poetry, by the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats, as an example for us, and I simply must try to respond.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold 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.
by William Butler YeatsThe syllable count, says Kerry, is 9,8,9,8, 9,10,9,10, and the poet used word-repetition with occasional in-line rhymes to create his beautiful poem.
But I, being an inferior poet, have only my dreams. Write like W.B. Yeats? In your dreams, Davies, in your dreams!
Were I the writer I wished to be,
With readers, admirers, mine,
With editors, publishers, 'twould be
So fine, all mine, and not half mine...
I would have all these words in a book.
But I, being old, have only my blog.
I have placed my blog here on the 'net...
Comment kindly if you comment on my blog.
Kay L. Davies, November, 2012