Thursday, June 5, 2008

The Fly

Just a quick reminder about one of my favorite poems


William Blake (1757-1827)


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.

3 comments:

Sogeshirtsguysaid...

Terrific poem JC. Hard to make a fly seem like a respected being but you did just that.

J. C.said...

Hi Tim, just to avoid any misunderstandings - the author of the poem is William Blake, one of my favorite poets.

eastcoastlifesaid...

William Blake is one of my favourite poets too.

Thanks for your prayers for my son's recovery. He's home from the hospital. We are relieved to know the cause of his abdominal pains and that it is not life-threatening.

Happy weekend!

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