Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLAKE, by HAROLD LEWIS COOK First Line: Blake was the child who saw Last Line: For visions like these. Subject(s): Blake, William (1757-1827) | ||||||||
Blake was the child who saw God at his window-pane. He frightened Blake and then Went away again. Blake saw angels in A tree at Peckham Rye, Like stars upon the branches They flamed before his eye. Blake was a madman to The men of his day; They never saw the Lord Or Heaven his way. It is a queer thing: Though I am wise and sane God does not come to stare Through my window-pane, Nor anywhere in London Do angels stand in trees, Though I have knelt down yearning For visions like these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOVEMBER 23, 1989; AFTER BLAKE by NORMAN DUBIE IN THE OCTAGONAL ROOM by ANSELM HOLLO ARTIFACT: FIRST OF ALL, SEA; AND HALF OF THE SEA IS TRUTH, HALF WIND by ELENI SIKELIANOS TWO DICTA OF WILLIAM BLAKE: VARIATIONS by ROBERT DUNCAN |
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