Thursday, 27 May 2010

The Fly


The Fly

Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd 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

37 comments:

Crissant said...

Oh Blake...
Amo volar...siempre busco una excusa para eso ;)
Preciosa foto, bella!

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) te intiendo mui bien ....

gracias Crissiant

Carina Felice said...

vuela vuela mariposa:)

Ângela Calou said...

What an expressive face! A beautiful pic for a Beautiful poem...

Poetic Artist said...

Blake a favorite and the photo is perfect to go with it.
Katelen

luigi said...

Ciao, ci fai leggere un grande che anche nelle piccole cose vede il riflesso della vita, il suo volo libero... Pure qui è appena passato mezzo diluvio, na cosa da nn credere. E... anch'io 'sento' meglio il 1° venice waterc! Un abbraccio.

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Carina Felice

:-)... gracias por venir

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Ângela Calou

Thank you my dear :-)

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Poetic Artist

thank you! I'm not a fotograph but sometimes i like to capture the moment

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Luigi

:-) grazie Luigi

Roberto said...

Hermoso, Laura, todos somos moscas, seguro.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

Roberto

é la verdade...

William Michaelian said...

So beautiful, Blake’s thoughts, and yours too, which are expressed again through them, and through your work. The picture is wonderful. Thank you, Laura.

stella said...

Bei versi Laura!

Miriam said...

Bellissima poeisa a commento della tua foto che sembra veramente stia per spiccare il volo sospesa leggera nell'aria e nel tempo...ciao!

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William Michaelian

:-) I thank you William!

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Stella

grazie!

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Miriam

ciao Miriam, che piacere vederti! Un abbraccio forte

Rachel said...

Liebste Laura,

Blake, das spricht für sich, wundervoll hast du dies rausgesucht...

herzlichst, Rachel

Michele said...

versi meravigliosi!
ciao Michele pianetatempolibero

MAITE RUBERT said...

Hermoso poema, Laura.Antonio Machado (Generación del 98) también escribió un poema dedicado a las moscas.Saludos.

all ways 11 o'clock said...

-a beautiful Blake poem
blended with a wonderful photo.

~robert.

carlos diez said...

Bello poema y bella fotografia. Creo que todos en algún momento hemos querido ser una mosca o al menos volar. Un abrazo

Quase Blog da Li said...

Volare, volare bellissima farfalla
e essere felice!

Saluti dal Brasil,
li

Manon Doyle said...

A beautiful picture and a beautiful painting!!

bondearte said...

Belissimooo, Explendidooo,
Beautiful poem and photography.
Congratulations, Laura
Paulo

Andrew Finnie said...

Lovely and mysterious how your eyes transfix us

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Rachel

danke Rachel :-) Ich freue mich

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

Michele

grazie mille Michele :-)

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MAITE RUBERT

gracias, las moscas tiene un gran potential poetico

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all ways 11 o'clock

Thank you...

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carlos diez

gracias Carlos, si é la verdade ...

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Quase Blog da Li

obrigado :-)

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Manon Doyle

thank you Manon

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bondearte

grazieeeee

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Andrew Finnie

thank you very much, I'm happy to see you

Momo Luna said...

I love the poetry of Blake a lot! As well as his art.
The photograph is gorgeous, it fits the poem very well.

Sweet greetz!