Meditation of Copious Emotion
Hello All,
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
-William Blake
Conserving the tomb of culture and lore,
Form thee Drys with their word and swore;
Weid a future and dismiss confusion,
In thee heart will see no illusion;
The Yeats’ word of 'Deirdre' through time shall play,
Integrity lost- Knights perish away;
In her love is Heaven’s repair.
Love is:
More sought than truth-
More valuable than gold-
Hidden in youth-
Infinite to hold.
Be Safe,
Reach
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
-William Blake
Conserving the tomb of culture and lore,
Form thee Drys with their word and swore;
Weid a future and dismiss confusion,
In thee heart will see no illusion;
The Yeats’ word of 'Deirdre' through time shall play,
Integrity lost- Knights perish away;
In her love is Heaven’s repair.
Love is:
More sought than truth-
More valuable than gold-
Hidden in youth-
Infinite to hold.
Be Safe,
Reach
posted by Reach | 3:34 PM
4 Comments:
Interesting.
I beleive Mr. Blake understood the concept of "Now"
I love this.
Something funny...I had and english professor in college named "Bill Blake".
Hey, Reach, just a note to let you know I'm finally here! Now ... isn't that an announcement of importance??? ;-)
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