143. the garden of love

Jardin de Renoir

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 turn'd to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore ;

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.

[William Blake: The Garden of Love]

J'admire le jardin. Des fleurs multicolores et abondantes ont remplacé les ronces. Les portes de la chapelle sont ouvertes et les moines chantent. L'amour est poésie. L'amoureux exulte. Je dis je t'adore. Adorer serait-il plus fort qu'aimer ? J'adore l'aimer.