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The Fly – Poem by William Blake

The Fly 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.

This entry was posted on May 19, 2016 by . It was filed under Gallery, Nature, Nature and Wildlife, Poetry Gallery and was tagged with , , , , , , , .

2 responses

  1. Morgan

    You have to love Blake 🙂 Thanks for sharing this little gem !!

    May 19, 2016 at 8:44 pm

    Reply
    • nigel borrington

      Hi Morgan 🙂 🙂

      Absolutely 🙂 , A pleasure to share 🙂 🙂

      May 19, 2016 at 9:42 pm

      Reply

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