I am off, at the request of one of my professors, to assist him at an up coming conference. It's very exciting. I'm very excited! I hope to hear some great lectures on one of my favourite subjects - Irish Literature.

As I know Yeats will be discussed at some length with great passion and committment, I will leave you with one of my favourite Yeats poems.

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.


W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.