Poem of the Week, by William Butler Yeats

IMG_5657This was back in the days of dial-up modems with their squealy screechy sounds. The first line of the first review of my first novel came shimmering up on that clunky old computer screen: “First time novelist tries but fails to move or matter.” 

Or matter.”

I sat staring at the screen, my little kids looking at me silent and troubled, knowing something was wrong. I turned to them and smiled. I laughed about the review, pretended I didn’t care. But the photo above is what I typed into my journal that night.

This is not a story about a writer who got a bad review – all writers get bad reviews. Nor is it a story about a plucky young woman whose novel went on to win a bunch of awards so haha. It’s a tiny story that stands in for a much larger story of casual, ongoing cruelty in a world in which those two words –or matter–should never be written by a human being about another human being. 

Those two words broke something in me a long time ago that can’t be fixed. That’s what cruelty does. When judgment rears its ugly head inside me, as it does way too often, I recite the last two lines of this poem to myself.

 

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, by William Butler Yeats

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.

For more information on Yeats, please click here.

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4 comments

  1. Kathryn Wilking · January 26, 2020

    And you, my dear, gave me wings. I was at a free writers group for people that had been through trauma. I NEVER thought I could be a part of anything. My husband had kept me under his thumb for 30 some years. All of a sudden I found my voice after being a caregiver for a couple years. I said He didn’t like the new me very much as I had always been a Yes Dear kind of gal.You called me kinda a bad ass. I was empowered!!!!!!!!Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you!!

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  2. Dorothy Jayne · January 29, 2020

    I promise to share a smile or a kind word today and I’ll try to remember to share encouragement more often. Thank you for this touching reminder.

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    • alisonmcghee · January 30, 2020

      Dorothy, this is so lovely. Thank you for your kindness.

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  3. alisonmcghee · January 30, 2020

    Kathryn! I remember that workshop, and your writing in it. You ARE a badass – I distinctly remember you reading the piece that made me call you that. 🙂 I’m so glad to hear you’ve got your mojo back. Love to you. XO

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