William Blake, “I Want! I Want!” (1793) Thursday night, while puttering around my front porch picking the scattered newspaper I’d read that morning off the ground, I caught a glimpse of the moon and rose up, entranced. It was especially beautiful, one of those big, round moons the color of yellow sapphires, or
I want! I want!
I want! I want!
I want! I want!
William Blake, “I Want! I Want!” (1793) Thursday night, while puttering around my front porch picking the scattered newspaper I’d read that morning off the ground, I caught a glimpse of the moon and rose up, entranced. It was especially beautiful, one of those big, round moons the color of yellow sapphires, or