Growing up is never easy. As a child, life often seems good and full of opportunity. In fact, with the hardships of adulthood still years in the future, life is often sweetest when we’re children. But not always. Sometimes, our formative years can be some of our most difficult. And so I often reflect on my childhood in hopes of deciphering where I am today and how I got here. In the spirit of such reflection, I’m recommending William Blake’s poem, “The Garden of Love.”
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So, without further adieu, I give you:
THE GARDEN OF LOVE
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And “Thou shalt not,” writ over the door;
So I turn’d 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.
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