terça-feira, fevereiro 21, 2006


And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear - O clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
William Blake


At 5:55 da tarde, Blogger filipesanttana said...

joana, ja vi que ainda nao me rouboas-te uma foto :D , beijo doce querida

At 7:29 da tarde, Blogger RAA said...

Não consigo dissociar este poema do Blake da música dos Emerson, Lake & Palmer. (Não consigo nem quero.)


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