Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
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 turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore
And I saw it was filled with graves
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
And binding with briars my joys and desires
The Garden of Love was written by William Blake.
The Garden of Love was produced by Barry Miles.