considerations on cloth

TS Eliot Little Gidding, (IV) 

who then devised the torment? love
love is the unfamiliar name
behind the hands that wove
the intolerable shirt of flame
which human power cannot remove.
we only live, only suspire
consumed by either fire or fire

William Butler Yeats

had I the heaven's 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

and of course, not forgetting the most incredible cloth of all. . .