Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A Phil Ochs Revival

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 & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
- William Blake, "The Happy Fly"

2 comments:

viburnum said...

All the news that's fit to sing?

Thersites said...

More... "happy coincidence". :)