The Fly..
While reading the book "Contact", I came across this nice poem by William Blake. Its from his collection "Songs of Experience".
-- The Fly --
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.
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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.
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Btw, Happy Independence Day !!
2 comments:
thanks..it is my home country's independence day, too.
Interesting... I wasn't aware abt it..
Yours was in 1945.. ours was in 1947... Bahrain is also in the list at 1971..
Kewl !!
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