"THE GARDEN OF LOVE"
by William Blake
1794
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 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 I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns,
were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars,
my joys & desires.
Quest'uomo sul finire del settecento percepiva la distorsione proposta dalla chiesa di uno degli aspetti più naturali e spontanei dell'uomo.
