Past Tense: WB Yeats

A weekly post featuring poems by innovators who continue to inspire the artists who will take the stage at Verses Festival of Words.

A Coat
by WB Yeats

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.