Quote: Blake’s “Clod and Pebble”

So sang the little Clod of Clay, / Trodden with the cattle’s feet: / But a Pebble of the brook, / Warbled out these metres meet.


This strikes me as eerily relevant to our times, even more so in principle.  Something to ponder.

Here’s the typed up text, in case you have difficulties reading Blake’s own hand:

‘Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.’

So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

‘Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.’

~ William Blake, “Songs of Experience”

Author: Anne

~ In the right order of nature, the flesh is subject to the spirit and not the reverse. ~ The Cloud of Unknowing

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