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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Converge is the title of the Weekly Photo Challenge and here you have it … all sorts of natural lines converging on a crisp November day in my village.  The river is La Tarentaine and I think she has the feel of a golden cloth as she drapes herself over the wier.  Hence the quote from Yeats.  Who I love unconditionally.


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.


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  1. Lovely photo! I did go out with my camera but nothing really inspired me, probably as we have been stuck in cloud for a couple of days.

    December 3, 2014
    • I was struggling to be honest and then this morning the sun shone on a hoar-struck frozen village and this was the point and shoot result. I’m so glad you like it. May you be lucky on the morrow 🙂

      December 3, 2014
  2. I too adore Yeats, and especially that poem, which a very dear friend read for us at our wedding.

    December 3, 2014
    • How wonderful and what a lovely forever link to the sublime lines 🙂

      December 3, 2014
  3. What a lovely place to sniff around.

    December 3, 2014
    • The Bean loves it here … you are welcome anytime – the food’s good too 🙂

      December 3, 2014
  4. An excellent marriage of beautiful words and a beautiful image. Chapeau.

    December 4, 2014
    • Merci infiniment, Susie 🙂

      December 4, 2014
  5. Love this photo, Osyth. Am a bit Yeats fan too. My husband is from Sligo (Yeats country) so I’ve spent a lot of time visiting places Yeats writes about. Live about 10 minutes from where he was born in Dublin too. If only you could develop talent by osmosis.:)

    December 9, 2014
    • Oh we HAVE to talk … I’ve not been to Dublin but lived for some time in West Cork. I miss it. His voice sums up so much that I wish I could say ….

      December 9, 2014
  6. One of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets to go with such a beautiful photo. There is nothing cold about the eye you cast on life, it is full of warmth and is truly golden 🙂

    March 31, 2015
    • Thank you Andrew … What a lovely thing to say 🙂

      April 1, 2015

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