Algo de Blake

¡Y después de un cuatrimestre me acordé de uno de los mejores poemas de Blake!

Acá se los regalo :)

Nos vemos !!

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.

Y algo de Magritte :)