Les plus anciens lecteurs de ce blog se souviennent peut-être de Martha Redbone, et de ses versions blues de poèmes de William Blake. Quelle meilleure occasion que la saint Valentin pour écouter son interprétation de The garden of love ?
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 Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.