"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
To shiver with the wind
"To be a poet is to shiver with the wind, To dream by moonlight and to frolic with the clouds; To have one's soul pinned to a thousand heartstrings, Or torn apart by a hundred different loves.”