Friday, January 2, 2009

Eternity by William Blake

I was reading your beloved T.S. Elliot tonight..and somehow
I ended up stumbling on to my beloved William Blake,
who wrote this:

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

It reads like if it was made for you.

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