Wednesday, September 15, 2004

To Tirzah
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Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be Consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation Free
Then what Have I to do with Thee?
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The Sexes Sprung from Shame and Pride
Blow'd in the Morn; in evening Died
But Mercy Chang'd Death into Sleep
The Sexes rose to Work and Weep
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Thou Mother of my Mortal Part
with Cruelty Didst Mould my Heart
And with False, self-Deceiving tears
Didst bind my Nostrils, Eyes and Ears
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Didst close my mouth with senseless clay
And me to Mortal life Betray
The Death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with Thee?
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- William Blake


...between 'self-annihilating fusion and impermeable individuality'

I think I do like school