Reading Time

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Good evening friends and countrymen. This afternoon, and a beautiful snowy afternoon it was, I was reading through my Blake anthology and I came across a poem I remembered from my school days. A poem called "The Chimney Sweeper." Now at this time in my life I know I was a snot-nosed and hedonistic little punk, so of course there was no enjoyment that I would gather from the legendary Blake. Yet now reading it again with older eyes and wiser mind I appreciate much more than before. It's a simple poem with a simple message, not on the levels of his later work, but it's a comfortable poem for a read before bed, and one thing we can learn from it is that no matter how bleak things be, we are always in His hands.

The Chimney Sweep - William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep.
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shav'd, so I said,
"Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,
That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack
Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black.

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he open'd the coffins & set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom if he'd been a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm,
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

Good night friends, sleep well.

[Anonymous No.16988881]

>>16988808
Thank you, very beautiful

[Anonymous No.16989025]

>>16988808
Poetry is for fags. Take your shit over to /lgbt/ where it belongs. This is a board for the discussion of philosophy and technical or theoretical writing. Go suck cock on some other board where you belong.

[Anonymous No.16989210]

>>16988808
Lovely poem, thank you reading time anon

[Anonymous No.16989265]

>>16988808
Really aesthetic and good diction. Thanks for the poem, anon!