Neke stvari je bolje saznati ikad nego nikad!
Tragom melodije i refrena pesme sa radija naiđem na fan spot za pesmu Greg Browna i saznam da je autor ovih stihova zapravo William Blake. Pesma je iz opusa Songs of Innocence and Experience.
Čudesan je taj simbolizam kojim opisuje generisanje gneva, brutalno je istinska transformacija nepoželjnih emocija u... nešto drugo.
Iako je ovo mesto azil od svega lošeg, ružnog i razarajućeg, osvrnuću se na ovaj citat, jer njegova poezija čini da se zamislim nad mnogim stvarima...
Čudesan je taj simbolizam kojim opisuje generisanje gneva, brutalno je istinska transformacija nepoželjnih emocija u... nešto drugo.
Iako je ovo mesto azil od svega lošeg, ružnog i razarajućeg, osvrnuću se na ovaj citat, jer njegova poezija čini da se zamislim nad mnogim stvarima...
"I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow
And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears
And with soft deceitful wiles
And it grew both day and night
'Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow
And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears
And with soft deceitful wiles
And it grew both day and night
'Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree"
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree"
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