the fly

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"Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?"

kısmıyla ilgimi çeken william blake şiiri.

Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed 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.

William Blake (1757-1827) P. 1793