Rediscovering poetry…

As I’m well and truly on me journey of literary discovery now, I thought I’d try to get back some of the joy of poetry. I always used to enjoy it when in school, but as a lot of people do I suppose I’ve neglected it somewhat during the last 20 or so years. It really is a release for me. My favourite Poet is William Blake. So with this in mind I thought I would share one of my favourite poems of his. It’s not mind-blowing, but I feel it is stunning in its simplicity.

I should be making my reviewing début in the next day or so, so stay tuned.

The Fly by William Blake   (1757-1827)
Little 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.
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