• Huschke@lemmy.world
    5·
    4 hours ago

    Exactly. I’d like to see OP’s reaction if a giant would crush his house and maybe even his loved ones.

    • IninewCrow@lemmy.caEnglish
      1·
      1 hour ago

      Little Fly,
      Thy summer’s play
      My thoughtless hand
      Has brushed away.

      Am not I
      A fly like thee?
      Or art not thou
      A man like me?

      For I dance
      And drink, and sing,
      Till some blind hand
      Shall brush my wing.

      If thought is life
      And strength and breath
      And the want
      Of thought is death;

      Then am I
      A happy fly,
      If I live,
      Or if I die.

      • poem by William Blake