Poetry in Motion

New York

A Coat

W. B. Yeats

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.



MTA New York Transit in cooperation with the Poetry Society of America.