whassup dudes, cool tt we have some sorta class blog going. decided to post wb yeats' poem here, in commemoration of the fact that we're being oppressed and trampled upon.

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 on my dreams.

WB Yeats