Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GATES OF PARADISE; FOR THE SEXES, by WILLIAM BLAKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Mutual forgiveness of each vice Last Line: The lost travellers dream under the hill Subject(s): Bible; Heaven; Mythology; Paradise | ||||||||
Prologue Mutual Forgiveness of each Vice Such are the Gates of Paradise Against the Accusers chief desire Who walkd among the Stones of Fire Jehovahs Finger Wrote the Law Then Wept! then rose in Zeal & Awe And the Dead Corpse from Sinais heat Buried beneath his Mercy Seat O Christians Christians! tell me Why You rear it on your Altars high THE KEYS The Catterpiller on the Leaf Reminds thee of thy Mothers Grief of the GATES 1 My Eternal Man set in Repose The Female from his darkness rose And She found me beneath a Tree A Mandrake & in her Veil hid me Serpent Reasonings us entice Of Good & Evil: Virtue & Vice 2 Doubt Self Jealous Watry folly 3 Struggling thro Earths Melancholy 4 Naked in Air in Shame & Fear 5 Blind in Fire with shield & spear Two Horn'd Reasoning Cloven Fiction In Doubt which is Self contradiction A dark Hermaphrodite We stood Rational Truth Root of Evil & Good Round me flew the Flaming Sword Round her snowy Whirlwinds roard Freezing her Veil the Mundane Shell 6 I rent the Veil where the Dead dwell When weary Man enters his Cave He meets his Saviour in the Grave Some find a Female Garment there And some a Male, woven with care Lest the Sexual Garments sweet Should grow a devouring Winding sheet 7 One Dies! Alas! the Living & Dead One is slain & One is fled 8 In Vain-glory hatcht & nurst By double Spectres Self Accurst My Son! my Son! thou treatest me But as I have instructed thee 9 On the shadows of the Moon Climbing thro Nights highest noon 10 In Times Ocean falling drownd In Aged Ignorance profound 11 Holy & cold I clipd the Wings Of all Sublunary Things 12 And in depths of my Dungeons Closed the Father & the Sons 13 But when once I did descry The Immortal Man that cannot Die 14 Thro evening shades I haste away To close the Labours of my Day 15 The Door of Death I open found And the Worm Weaving in the Ground 16 Thou'rt my Mother from the Womb Wife, Sister, Daughter to the Tomb Weaving to Dreams the Sexual strife And weeping over the Web of Life Epilogue To The Accuser Who is The God of This World Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce And dost not know the Garment from the Man Every Harlot was a Virgin once Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan Tho thou art Worshipd by the Names Divine Of Jesus & Jehovah thou art still The Son of Morn in weary Nights decline The lost Travellers Dream under the Hill | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF LIFE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#19): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND WINTER by MARVIN BELL THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SKELETON FOR MR. PAUL IN PARADISE; AFTER ALLAN GUISINGER by NORMAN DUBIE BEAUTY & RESTRAINT by DANIEL HALPERN HOW IT WILL HAPPEN, WHEN by DORIANNE LAUX IF THIS IS PARADISE by DORIANNE LAUX A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE |
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