THE GARDEN OF LOVE
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 to 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 & desires.
By William Blake (selected by Patti smith)
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Hola, si claro que hay. Se llama William Blake es un famoso poeta inglés. googlealo ;)
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