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Thoughts on the poetry of William Blake?

>> No.23506523

excellent. get a book that includes the artwork too
>Verification not required.

>> No.23506539

>>23506523
I'm going through Songs of Experience right now and I find many of the poems incredibly powerful, though I'm new to poetry so I wasn't sure how his work is regarded. I've been particularly impacted so far by The Sick Rose, Nurse's Song and The Little Vagabond. Unfortunately no artwork included :/

>> No.23506605

One poem very apt for today:

"The Little Black Boy"

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.

And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

>> No.23506636

When I got a puppy I was petting him and I thought of William Blake's poem The Lamb and it made me tear up
>Little Lamb who made thee
> Dost thou know who made thee
>Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
>By the stream & o'er the mead;
>Gave thee clothing of delight,
>Softest clothing wooly bright;
>Gave thee such a tender voice,
>Making all the vales rejoice!
> Little Lamb who made thee
> Dost thou know who made thee

>> No.23506689
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>>23506519
Best sort of madlad

>> No.23506706

>>23506519
The Northrop Frye biography filtered me :(

>> No.23506783

>>23506706
Why?

>> No.23507336

>>23506519
b-b-b-b-based
pour moi, c'est : blake = keats > shelley > coleridge = byron > wordsworth
et vous ?

>> No.23507422

gematria shenanigans led me to Blake today and now I see this thread. What does it mean?

>> No.23508125

>>23507336
>shelley that high
kys

>> No.23508249

>>23508125
That’s bysshe Shelley

>> No.23508255

>>23508249
We all know, retard.

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>>23506519
Where is my golden palace?
Where my ivory bed?
Where the joy of my morning hour?
Where the sons of eternity singing.

>> No.23508486

>>23507336
Where's Southey?