Eternity by William Blake

William Blake

 

he
who holds to himself
a joy
doth
the winged life
destroy
he
who kisses the joy
as it flies
lives
in eternity’s
sunrise

by William Blake

 

Just read this William Blake poem, full of hopeful instruction, but that feels kind of melancholy today, as I look out of my window over the valley, in my new place in LA, and think of Brighton, beautiful Brighton and all that’s left behind. Love, Susie x

William Blake