Arch. Myriam B. Mahiques Curriculum Vitae

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

London. By William Blake (1757-1827)

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I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet 
Marks of wakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant´s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper´s cry
Every blackening church appalls,
And the hapless solider´s sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot´s curse
Blasts the new-born infant´s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

1 comment:

  1. las ciudades nos hacen mofa, siempre.
    pretendemos amarrarlas, construirlas
    pero estan vivas, todas



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