The Fly – Poem by William Blake
The Fly – Poem by William Blake
Nature photography : Nigel Borrington
The Fly
Poem by William Blake
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
.
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Nigel Borrington 
Yahooooooooooooo! I get to end my day with poetry!
May 8, 2015 at 6:15 am
🙂 🙂 🙂
May 11, 2015 at 1:09 pm
Love Blakes poetry! And even more when put his words in music, like he did :)https://youtu.be/z1oWrOxY5y0
May 15, 2015 at 2:11 pm