He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
It’s a beautiful day (again) and I’m not used to it, but it shall not stop me praising it (softly) in case it hears and goes away which happens so often with English weather. So I’ve sunshine outside, – I look on Lesliepaints blog and what do I see but sunlit paintings bathed in light and my heart sings!
Bathed in sunlight, inspired by Leslie and armed with inspiration I think of this poem which I wish I’d written, but I know I never could even if lived a thousand lifetimes. It’s by Irish poet William Butler Yeats (brother of artist Jack Butler Yeats who I shall be writing about very soon because I love his work and the Yeats brothers are such interesting fellows).
I’m aware that this isn’t really about a Summer’s day – but I’m quite unrepentant! The day has brought it to mind. I like the imageryof the Heavens embroidered cloth, which must mean the stars. Butler Yeats does include all the lights though too;-
And it’s these lights which inspire. There are lights or certain kinds of light which we remember all our lives – especially the way the light touches and lights up our childhood. These lights never fade or dim and always burn brightly in our memory. Whilst our eyes may be failing these brightly lit memories shine. Halcyon days! We may be making one at this moment in time, though we will never know until tomorrow.
Poem from here
Lots of his poems here
Image from here