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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