Song of the Day
Quote of the Day
Poem of the Day
London by William Blake
I wander thro’ each charter’d street, |
| Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, |
| And mark in every face I meet |
| Marks of weakness, marks of woe. |
| In every cry of every Man, |
| In every Infant’s cry of fear, |
| In every voice, in every ban, |
| The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. |
| How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry |
| Every black’ning Church appalls ; |
| And the hapless Soldier’s sigh |
| Runs in blood down Palace walls. |
| But most thro’ midnight streets I hear |
| How the youthful Harlot’s curse |
| Blasts the new-born Infant’s tear, |
| And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. |
| Picture of the Day |
| Sabine Weiss - Paris 1950’s (à Rennes) |
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