Društvo mrtvih pjesnika

utorak, 22.11.2005.

Pozdravi!!!

Ne znam kako ću preživjeti ovaj tjedan. Toliko mi se obaveza nakupilo da sam malo izgubljena, ali i zbunjena. Samo čekam taj vikend. To mi je jedina svijetla točka na mome horizontu. Ipak stavit ću pjesmu od Williama Blake-a za Jamie. Da nas pjesnike ipak nešto razvedri. Zdravo.

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the Midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not writ over the door;
So I turne'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flovers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in blak gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
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