a favourite

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

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.

Grab it while you can. Have a good weekend.

research

Reading around themes to pick up characters' dialogue and thoughts for my screenplay. Yesterday I re-read the diary of Marie (Missy) Vassilitchikov.  Very moving. What's it like to live through air raids? (She lived through wartime Berlin.) 

I have to flee before Safari strikes again.