Done for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA. This week, we are to distill William Blake’s poem below and write a haiku or tanka in the same spirit. I don’t know if I made any sense 🙂
William Blake : The Fly
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Mine
what is man
that walks on all fours
we are flies
2
a light swat
then we are no more
puffing wind
3
to live or to die
as wanton boys to mango
we’re squashed with a breath
so I am no less than me
and you are no less than you
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu
21/05/14)
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