Mittwoch, 17. November 2004
William Blake, dead man
Oh why was I born with a different face,
Why was I not born
like the rest of my race,
When I look each one starts! When I
speak I offend
Then I'm silent and passive and lose every friend
More great prose and letters to be found in the William-Blake-Archive
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