Tijd om even stil te staan bij een gedicht uit een van m’n lievelingsfilm Equilibrium.
“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
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 upon my dreams.
