THE LITTLE BOY LOST

"Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost."

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

W.Blake

2 comments:

borgakanturk said...

tam da william blake okurken iyi geldi bu.

masumiyet ve sonrasinda tecrube sarkilari.

bir de jim jarmush - dead man - izle ustune...

Hür Hilmi Pîr neş'eyle said...

üstüne de gingberg gibi duy Blake'in sesini, tüm şehir tımarhane zaten, tedavi (!) eder seni gulgulesi. âlem utansın anacım.

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