Zuj je, muho, tvoga krila
Ruka moja uništila
Da l` sam muha u toj priči
Il` tvoj oblik ljudskom sliči
Jer mi krila, ples i piće
Slomit može slijepo biće
Ak` u misli život leži
Žudjet miso - k smrti teži
Da l` moj - sretne muhe let
Znači živjet ili mrijet?
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.
William Blake
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