Merry, merry sparrow!/Under leaves so green/A happy blossom/Sees you, swift as arrow,/Seek your cradle narrow, /Near my bosom
-THE BLOSSOM
An angst-antidote — excerpts from Songs of Innocence by William Blake, paired with images from The Window photo installation series:
Pretty joy! / Sweet joy, but two days old. / Sweet joy I call thee: / Thou dost smil…