The Clod and the Pebble |
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“Love seeketh not itself to please, | |
Nor for itself hath any care, | |
But for another gives its ease, | |
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.” | |
So sung a little Clod of Clay, | |
Trodden with the cattle’s feet, | |
But a Pebble of the brook | |
Warbled out these metres meet: | |
“Love seeketh only Self to please, | |
To bind another to its delight, | |
Joys in another’s loss of ease, | |
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.” | |
— written by: William Blake | |
[Like many things, Love has two faces – the selfish and the unselfish… — kmab] | |
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2022 | Exaggerating, Imagining, Anticipating |
2021 | Creation Without Reservation |
From The Tiniest Embers (I’m No Angel) | |
2020 | Listening To The Trees |
Your Mind’s Made Up? (He’ll Never Love You Like I Do) | |
2019 | In Silence |
Not Much Light Here | |
2018 | A Gift |
2017 | Unless You Genuinely Are Small |
2016 | B1 |
2015 | Five Things |
2014 | Have Faith |
2013 | Found In A Mine |
2012 | Two-Sided Coin |
2011 | Passionately Scorned Rules |
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