Setting of a letter written by William Blake to his friend Thomas Butts on August 16th 1803...
O! WHY was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
When I look, each one starts; when I speak, I offend;
Then I’m silent and passive, and lose every friend.
Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despised,
My person degrade, and my temper chastise;
And the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame;
All my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.
I am either too low, or too highly priz’d;
When elate I’m envied; when meek I’m despis’d.
released October 31, 2011
Niemandsvater: Christoph Lotte & Niklas Schäpsmeier
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