THE FLY

Litle 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.

WILLIAM BLAKE



Para você, minha amiga Meg, que ama Blake, que ama anatureza, que ama a vida, que merece toda a felicidade do mundo

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