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William Blake artist/poet recitative
makes 'the tiger' be believed
In an' aabb' quatrain is shown
reading it aloud is well known
O snail thou art a thief!
Why dost thou devour
My daisies by night,
Then by day,
Curl-up in thy house,
And sleep,
Well out of sight.
Multi-gifted William Blake
poetry&art he would never forsake
He made his collection in illuminated print
thus the reader had no need to squint
WILLIAM BLAKE. 'Cradle Song'
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downing street W1
A child of ten years
Near Albion's River Peck
Gazed up from the earth
And witnessed a hazel tree
Adorned with sparkling angels
(William Blake's mystical childhood vision while in Peckham Rye)
Daphne Blake was getting ready for a party
Wearing her new dress, she wished to look smarty.
Exposing her buttocks, she appeared so tarty
She revelled, not knowing she would soon fall into a trap dirty
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
I am the water flowing
under the oar rowing
I am the wind breeze
skimming aged oak trees
I am the earth growing
beneath the sunlight flowing
I am the fire burning
in destruction, Man never learning.
I am all these and more
and less and everything else.
Form:
We behold thy gardens fair.
Say, to what do they compare?
And yet thy airs of fire and fume
have filled the world with noise of doom.
The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw,
or Satan's realm by Milton's lore?
Jerusalem or Babylon,
Say, which art thou, Albion?
He saw too far, too deep
To linger long
Amid the zombie throng
Of men who are asleep.
He spied the angels near
Enough to touch;
He painted such
Exquisite visions clear.
He painted them with lines
And with his words:
Immortal birds
That fly in dream-designs.
He saw too far, too deep
To linger long
Amid the zombie throng
Of men who are asleep.
He spied the angels near
Enough to touch;
He painted such
Exquisite visions clear.
He painted them with lines
And with his words:
Immortal birds
That fly in dream-designs.
He saw too far, too deep
To linger long
Amid the zombie throng
Of men who are asleep.
He spied the angels near
Enough to touch;
He painted such
Exquisite visions clear.
He painted them with lines
And with his words:
Immortal birds
That fly in dream-designs.
06-09-74
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Poet&painter oneWilliam Blake
such a talent is not to forsake
Famed forhis 'Ancient of Days'*
such gifting will always amaze
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ancient_of_Days#:~:text=The%20Ancient%20of%20Days%20is%20a%20design%20by,holds%20a%20compass%20over%20the%20darker%20void%20below.
I
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!
II
When the world is too much with us
He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ
III
Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake
IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing
A secret is granted
any curb captain
listening.
To speak rarely and
with roots.
Blake wears a hardhat,
drives a forklift for
Metal Products.
Whitman collects
unemployment in the mail.
New words
are mined coal.
They are the drink
from bags,
the suicide in jail,
and
the housekeeper
called only by her first name.
Keeping pace
with a secret at
the speed of light
is the wisdom felt on crowded subways.
I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;
Filled with copper and turquoise blue
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;
St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in this fiendish hub,
gothic striptease mixed with a carnival;
More intense energy than any club,
blood will surely soak your ticket stub.
Not much can match Blake Lively in nineteen sixties attire.
I'm looking for a path way to hire
That leads me to some type of perfection
That is emulated
In that image
In the scene
I am amazed by how serene
A woman can be.
Like my fondness of trees
A special one makes it easier to breathe
In this highly polluted world
A girl of your dreams is also Lady Liberty in discreet
She saved you from your long search
And your long absence of something greater.
looking down
visionary
of earthly
life
mysterious
in every detail
a lonely genius
mused
by fierce
inspirations
tearing
imaginations asunder
visions
abstracted
delicate
of a willing mind
art
so sublime
prolific
persistent
intense obtuse
picturing
nature's scream
trembling anxiety
expressed of a dream
an hallucinatory
single inflection
to give some meaning
to life