Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Garden of Love

Just to follow on from the last few posts:



I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.

William Blake (1757-1827)


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2 comments:

Elle Hull said...

Beautiful, perfect and completely apt. Thank you for this.

Idris said...

My pleasure.