Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
Hold a hazelnut up to your eyes
as a lens for seeing through,
then wake to a katydid and say its name.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…
Through song and story, Patti Smith gives us new insight into the transcendent genius of William Blake.
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun
I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.
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