Mad Song

The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs enfold! . . .
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault
Of pavèd heaven,
With sorrow fraught,
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of Night,
Make weak the eyes of Day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with the tempests play,
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do crowd
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increased;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
~William Blake~
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Published in: on April 15, 2008 at 11:59 pm  Comments (1)  
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  1. Possibly the most natural photo about him: one does not know exactly what goes forward in him what he wants what he just thinks whether he is exhausted or not. Maybe he needed only this moment of the weakness only for himself? Then the camera interfered there very much.


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