March 21st, 2005

witch hunter robin - by me

Blake

I like poetry. I like Blake poetry. I used to stay up late at night reading Blake by candle light, then having dreams of the images he spun with his words. Of course, I believed I understood what he was on about, but now as I reread some of my favourite poems I am not so sure... either that, or my understanding has evolved. What I mean is, the poems mean different things to me now than they used to.

Either way, here are some of my favourites.

Tyger ! Tyger ! Collapse )
Lullaby Collapse )
destroyer of Orcus, Bunyip

Reality

The Real Estate agents called.

The owner wants to sell the property.

We have 60 days to move out.

Welcome to mild panic.
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