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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 turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
(The Garden of Love - William Blake)
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Fui al jardín del amor
y vi lo que jamás antes había visto;
una ermita se levantaba en la niebla
sobre el verde en el que yo solía jugar.
Y las entradas de la ermita estaban cerradas
y sus puertas decían "no podrás pasar";
regresé entonces al jardín del amor
donde tantas flores dulces nacían.
Y vi que estaba cubierto de tumbas
y lápidas donde estaban las flores;
y negros sacerdotes paseaban entre ellas
sepultando en ataúdes mis alegrías y deseos.
(El Jardín del Amor - William Blake)
Photo: Me
Texture: =resurgere
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 turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
(The Garden of Love - William Blake)
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Fui al jardín del amor
y vi lo que jamás antes había visto;
una ermita se levantaba en la niebla
sobre el verde en el que yo solía jugar.
Y las entradas de la ermita estaban cerradas
y sus puertas decían "no podrás pasar";
regresé entonces al jardín del amor
donde tantas flores dulces nacían.
Y vi que estaba cubierto de tumbas
y lápidas donde estaban las flores;
y negros sacerdotes paseaban entre ellas
sepultando en ataúdes mis alegrías y deseos.
(El Jardín del Amor - William Blake)
Photo: Me
Texture: =resurgere
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awesome poem