A Coat

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.

— W.B. Yeats, from The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
This poem was offered as part of our May theme: Heroes & Villains 

T.S. Poetry

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