Saturday, September 09, 2006
Why Me?
Well here goes. I miss Milwaukee and my fam. Study here in Kzoo Michigan can be wearisome. I found a poem by Blake that captures my current sense of angst.
Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly
black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted
brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the
roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that
wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is Holy
black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted
brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the
roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that
wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is Holy
# posted by Sarah Sampson @ 3:03 PM 
