A garden in China, may be

Wo das Paradies liegt, das Blake in seinem "Garden of Love" wehmütig beschwört, wissen wir nicht. Wohl aber, was diesem baulich folgte, wo auch immer: Kapelle, Kirche, Kathedrale.


The Garden of Love           

I went to the Garden of Love,
And I 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



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