He Wishes He Had A Taxi Fare Home

Wed, 07/04/2010 - 23:30 | Mark Conroy

In imitation of W.B. Yeats’ ‘Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I but money equal to a taxi fare,
To enable me to avoid such a fate –
The kicks and punches and bruises
Of a youthful Saturday night –
I would have ordered a taxi home.
But I, being drunk, have gotten into a fight;
I am spread in drunkenness under your feet;
Jump softly because you jump on my head.

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Here's the Original Poem by Yeats

Submitted by Mark Conroy on Wed, 07/04/2010 - 23:31.

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.