I love wby.
For those who don’t know me well, wby is w b yeats, William Butler Yeats, the Irish poet.
I love his work. It’s just so delicate, I guess. He has this way of writing that made me just mushy up inside.
His work is a classic example of good poetry. I can’t exactly explain his style of writing or why I love him so much.
I just do.
His diction is so precise and simple, so it amounts to a beautiful work.
And some of his things are unbelievably sweet. If he weren’t dead, I’d marry him. Forsaking my machinery and polar bears. If only Optimus Prime was as eloquent as wby <3
Here’s some of his work.
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.