The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,

And 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 tomb-stones where flowers should be:

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

Nel Giardino D’amore un giorno entrai

e vidi cosa mai veduta prima:

una Cappella eretta proprio al centro

del prato ove ero solito giocare.

Essa aveva cancelli ben sprangati,

“Tu non devi” era scritto sulla soglia;

io al Giardino d’Amore mi rivolsi,

che tanti fiori aveva generato;

e lo vidi di tombe tutto ingombro,

e al posto dei fiori v’eran lapidi;

e Preti neri intorno ad imbrogliare

tra spini i miei piaceri e desideri.

The Garden of Love, Songs of Innocence and Experience, William Blake † 1794

Stele Tadini, Cappella Tadini, Lovere, Antonio Canova † 1821

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