PoetrySelected 12 Sep 2026
The Fly
A poem by William Blake.
English · English
William BlakeBefore 1827
English translation prepared automatically for the Brief. Original sources and creator credits remain the reference.
Little Fly,Thy summer's playMy thoughtless handHas brushed away. Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me? For I danceAnd drink, and sing,Till some blind handShall brush my wing. If thought is lifeAnd strength and breathAnd the wantOf thought is death; Then am IA happy fly,If I live,Or if I die.
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Creator: William Blake
Nationality / cultural background: English
Work / edition: Before 1827
Historical public-domain poem. Verse and line breaks retained.
In the source: The Fly
Selected for the Brief on 12 Sep 2026. This date records our selection, rather than when the work was created.
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