Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Flora
Yukio Mishima
Ah, Sun-Flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
William Blake
// posted by George Manka @ 1:58 PM 
