For this joyful day of my birth

For this joyful day of my birth I received a cute picture from my best friend!

Thank you so much, Cano!

And again, for this joyful day I will dedicate a romantic poem by William Blake to my readers.

The Clod and the Pebble 

"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."

I was an ugly clod, until experience made me a pebble. burning in hell in heaven's despite, and burning everyone with me.




To be continued next week for my rebirth....