Poems

I am becoming more and more convinced that we as people should read more poetry. So here is a poem I came across that I enjoyed. I think it holds some truth.

The author died in the 18th c.

The Clod & the Pebble by William Blake

‘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 sang 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.’