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)