Certain sections, especially the passages describing dreams and the past, reminded me of something. I couldn't quite place it at first, but I think the writing reminds me of Blake. I wish I posted this a few weeks ago so I could show you the specific passage that made me draw the connection. It was so perfect, but now it's lost.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
-William Blake
links: The William Blake Archive
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
-William Blake
links: The William Blake Archive
1 comment:
That's a great comparison, Rach. I haven't read much of Blake but just by reading this I see what you mean..
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