viernes, 20 de agosto de 2010

Cuando la música hace el amor con el poema (I)

Tumba de Butler Yeats


A Tear by Mischa Maisky

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler 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.


4 comentarios:

  1. Me alegra que te guste, María.

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  2. ¡Uno de mis favoritos!! Todo un hallazgo tu blog, (creo que ya te lo comenté).

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  3. Eres muy amable, Patsy. Gracias. =)

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