Okay, I'm usually not that much for poems since most of the new stuff (read: kindergoths with bad taste ;p) is... well... bad, for a lack of better word. I'm not saying that -everything- is bad, but 99% is about woe is me, because I am alone and suffering, oh noes!

Then, we have William Blake, who kicks major ass. I'm not much for poems, but "Auguries of Innocence" rocks. He's got some other fun stuff too, but that one is the one that stands out the most to me right now, so I'm making a small exception (while Tweetie's chewing on my ear and fuckelyfuck, that tickles!!) and posting my favourite parts (and damnnit, the wife wants attention now +.@).

"Auguries of Innocence" -- © William Blake 1863
((Source: http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/368.html.))


( A Robin Red breast in a Cage... )

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( The Questioner, who sits so sly, )

And my favourite part:
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.

Yup. Blake knew what he was doing. And I'm going to see if there's anything to eat somewhere... *hops off*