« Reply #4232 on: Aug 16, 2006, 02:04 PM »

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths ... 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. (Yeats)
What a beautiful poem to go with a beautiful picture. Our Jack the dreamer.


Logged
Danny and me, Danny and me, Danny and me and the sea,
Bobbing out of Pleasure Bay, the islands on our lee;
Spectacle, Georges, Gallops, the sun-wash on the brine
Castle Island where Skovo danced a bear-dance in bear-time.
The Golden Boy has chosen, I know what I will be
Danny and me, seanchai, Danny and me and the sea.
A Map of the Harbor Islands JG Hayes