The Garden of Love – William Blake

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 turned 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 and desires.

By: William Blake

To Blake love is innocence, spirituality released from materialism. Churches and chapels belong to bad things, the state and coercive order (see E.P. THompson’s Witness against the beast)

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