Wednesday, November 28, 2007

William Blake's 250th birthday today

God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.


Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

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2 comments:

Fremd said...

Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.

I think I prefer the Doors' conflation of the words with Céline's 'Voyage au bout de la nuit'. Reversing the emphasis.

Guess I'm not a Blakeian. I'm surprised to see this so clearly at this juncture.

"Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost..."

Fremd bin ich eingezogen, Fremd zieh ich wieder aus.

Jagat said...

I had just been reading a book by a big Blake fan, as many in the artistic community are. His ideas on inspiration and creativity, his humanism, anti-clericalism and anti-authoritarianism tend to appeal to a romantic strand