“Every Morn and every Night, Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to endless night.” – William Blake
I couldn’t resist sharing that Blake poem to go along with today’s post. Auguries of Innocence. It’s one of the first poems that I read, and one of the first that I truly could connect with. I remember adorning my blank pages with Blake’s words, painting the skies with his prose and becoming swept up in waves of a shared infatuation, desire and lunacy.