Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Happy fly

Little Fly
Thy summer's play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.


Fly study

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?


Fly study

For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.


Fly study

If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;


Fly study

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.


-- William Blake