Binding with Briars My Joys & Desires

Binding with Briars My Joys & Desires: A garden of bourgeois pseudo-intellectual musings. A blog of intelligent beauty.

By: An annoyingly curious undergraduate in the humanities.


"And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires."

- William Blake


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"It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart."

Rainer Maria Rilke  (via kvtes)

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