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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 turn'd the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore;
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
William Blake 1794
Juli
I dag sto dødsannonsene til tre av de prektige ungdommenen herfra som endte sine korte liv på Utøya 22. juli.
Jeg ønsker å gi en symbolsk rose til hver av dem her på bloggen siden jeg ikke hadde anledning til å være tilstede i rosetoget. En rose til Hanne, en rose til Andrine (Tor Heyerdahls rose) og en rose til Lejla (Rosa Pendulina).
hello Mysterious Lady,
SvarSletti had been away, i was taking a break from blogging (i was really bored with blogging) and now i just came out of my shell!
Thank you for getting back to me and letting me know how you are. I knew that youre a time-traveler!!! :D
oh, but so sorry to hear about your cat Nøste :(
you are so dear to me, of course i'd like to accept the award, im sooooo honored!!!
thank you very much, dear Mysterious Lady!
Have a nice morning to you ♥
with love,
mita
very beautiful that poem of William Blake...
SvarSlettI love the poem and love the butterflies and bows too. Beautiful!
SvarSlettJeg har lest diktet om og om igjen. Skrevet for mer enn 200 år siden og kan tolkes rett inn i den aktuelle situasjonen vi har i Norge nå. Tenk at du fant dette eller kom på dette nå. Jeg tror du kjenner William Blakes diktning godt. Takk skal du ha!
SvarSlettEldbjørg
Så fint å gi de tre en rose hver. God tanke.
SvarSlettOg vakre roser.