Today is my final day working for The Reader Organisation, marking the end of the Reader-in-Residence project at Bibby Line Group. Consequently, this week’s poem comes a few days early.
I’ve been thinking carefully about what sort of poem to pick this week . At first I thought of lots of goodbye//sorry-I’m-leaving//best wishes-for-the-future poems. None of them seemed quite right though.
So in the end, it’s quite a personal choice. I’ve simply selected the first ‘proper’ poem that I decided I loved ten years ago, when I was about eleven. It was featured in a BBC drama– Sex, Chips and Rock ’n’ Roll – and although I can recall very little about the show itself, I do remember listening to one of the characters recite this poem, and realising that something absolutely magical was going on. I hope you enjoy it too.
He Wishes For The Clothes 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 on my dreams.
To all the lovely people at Bibby Line Group who I have met, emailed or read with during the last twelve months – happy reading and keep dreaming always.