Malcolm's podcast

The second of my talks on Blake, this is on the Songs of Innocence and Experience. There is a slight drop out towards the end of this file. here is the text of the poem i'm reading so you can get the missing lines: THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE ‘Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.’ So sung a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: ‘Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another’s loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.’