Vincent van Gogh, 1888
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Where the youth pined away with desire,
(There is more of William Blake's poetry in 101 Bananas' Bag Full of Poems)
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The Sun Flower, our own Soul Desire, the root-trapped in earth turns to the source of Desire, the Sun of Death, "where the travellers journey is done." Youth's and Virgin's desire are unsatisfied unsatisfiable mortal forms not only Immortal Union in the Golden Clime where the Sun goes at Night. The Sun flower, rooted in earth, alive, can only turn longingly to follow the sun's path beyond life itself.
—Allen Ginsberg, quoted in Sparks of Fire: Blake in a New Age,
edited by James Bogan and Fred Goss.