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Auguries of Innocence
The famous poem Auguries of Innocence by William Blake.
24 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1968
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William Blake
1,274 books3,242 followersWilliam Blake (November 28, 1757 - August 12, 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake's work is today considered seminal and significant in the history of both poetry and the visual arts.
Blake's prophetic poetry has been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the language". His visual artistry has led one modern critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced." Although he only once travelled any further than a day's walk outside London over the course of his life, his creative vision engendered a diverse and symbolically rich corpus, which embraced 'imagination' as "the body of God", or "Human existence itself".
Once considered mad for his idiosyncratic views, Blake is highly regarded today for his expressiveness and creativity, and the philosophical and mystical currents that underlie his work. His work has been characterized as part of the Romantic movement, or even "Pre-Romantic", for its largely having appeared in the 18th century. Reverent of the Bible but hostile to the established Church, Blake was influenced by the ideals and ambitions of the French and American revolutions, as well as by such thinkers as Emanuel Swedenborg.
Despite these known influences, the originality and singularity of Blake's work make it difficult to classify. One 19th century scholar characterised Blake as a "glorious luminary", "a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors."
Blake's prophetic poetry has been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the language". His visual artistry has led one modern critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced." Although he only once travelled any further than a day's walk outside London over the course of his life, his creative vision engendered a diverse and symbolically rich corpus, which embraced 'imagination' as "the body of God", or "Human existence itself".
Once considered mad for his idiosyncratic views, Blake is highly regarded today for his expressiveness and creativity, and the philosophical and mystical currents that underlie his work. His work has been characterized as part of the Romantic movement, or even "Pre-Romantic", for its largely having appeared in the 18th century. Reverent of the Bible but hostile to the established Church, Blake was influenced by the ideals and ambitions of the French and American revolutions, as well as by such thinkers as Emanuel Swedenborg.
Despite these known influences, the originality and singularity of Blake's work make it difficult to classify. One 19th century scholar characterised Blake as a "glorious luminary", "a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors."
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September 11, 2015To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & 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
December 8, 2016
Without doubt, a very talented author who impresses though the complexity of his thought. His poetry calls for deep reflection and gives in return awesome moments when we see that we only move in a circle (the means are more speedy, but the trajectory is the same): sadly to admit that what was true almost 200 years ago is still present today. Everything that surrounds us reflects in what we are. Therefore,the knowledge about speechless creatures is only a way to help us find our identity (the lion, the dog, the horse and so one are the same- every generation that is coming thinks that it is better than the previous one , but this is only a illusion- the projections did not change; the movie the Life of Pi is another good example).
Blake's style resonates with the 18th century's outward rigidity and elegance. His poetry is far away from Kate Tempest's effervescent style, although it speaks with the same energy. He uses powerful combinations of metaphors, symbols and animal imagery and this might make his poetry not very appealing to those trapped in the vertiginous expansion of the universe.
Blake stands out as a proof of the theory that the artistic talent is within us: it only needs the proper environment to be developed. He had only basics education (reading, writing) but he attended a drawing school after which he devoted his life to art. Not to forget his wife, Catherine, who supported him in his creative work. Probably without these two variables he would have not written this beautiful and meaningful poem:
Auguries of Innocence
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
...
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing .."
Blake's style resonates with the 18th century's outward rigidity and elegance. His poetry is far away from Kate Tempest's effervescent style, although it speaks with the same energy. He uses powerful combinations of metaphors, symbols and animal imagery and this might make his poetry not very appealing to those trapped in the vertiginous expansion of the universe.
Blake stands out as a proof of the theory that the artistic talent is within us: it only needs the proper environment to be developed. He had only basics education (reading, writing) but he attended a drawing school after which he devoted his life to art. Not to forget his wife, Catherine, who supported him in his creative work. Probably without these two variables he would have not written this beautiful and meaningful poem:
Auguries of Innocence
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
...
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing .."
March 3, 2018
this was really beautiful
January 8, 2020
In here postface to "Drive your plow over the bones of the dead", Olga Tokarczuk identifies this work as a prime source of the Blake quotes found in her novel. Indeed in this poem Blake like Janina Duszejko the protragonist of "Drive your plow over the bones of the dead" seems to be saying that animals just a much as humans have a share of God's divinity.
Take the time to read this remarkable poem of 132 lines if you have or are about to read Tokarczuk's novel.
Take the time to read this remarkable poem of 132 lines if you have or are about to read Tokarczuk's novel.
February 28, 2022
a beautiful poem
January 9, 2018
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night
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God Appears & God is Light
To those poor souls who dwell in Night,
- Iambic Tetrameter
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor souls who dwell in Night,
- Iambic Tetrameter
April 15, 2025
• Read-through #1 (11/23/2024): ★★★★☆
• Read-through #2 (12/5/2024): ★★★★★ -> Possibly because I listened to a reading by Michael Sheen while following along with the text lol
• Read-through #3 (12/11/2024): ★★★★★
And so on and so forth.
• Read-through #2 (12/5/2024): ★★★★★ -> Possibly because I listened to a reading by Michael Sheen while following along with the text lol
• Read-through #3 (12/11/2024): ★★★★★
And so on and so forth.
October 5, 2025
5/5 ⭐️
”To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour”
My all-time favorite quote and definitely the most important lines in this poem. As it introduces it with a beautiful rich imagery. It expresses the significance of perception and the idea of seeing more in small ordinary things or in the nature around us that we often fail to notice. Also, it conveys that we have the power to control time by simply being present in the moment and appreciating the world around us. And this is why i will always love reading romantic poetry.
”To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour”
My all-time favorite quote and definitely the most important lines in this poem. As it introduces it with a beautiful rich imagery. It expresses the significance of perception and the idea of seeing more in small ordinary things or in the nature around us that we often fail to notice. Also, it conveys that we have the power to control time by simply being present in the moment and appreciating the world around us. And this is why i will always love reading romantic poetry.
February 18, 2020
A poem in which social issues are described through the different animals,insects and small birds.Blake preaches morality through his poems most of the times.
"A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state"
"A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state"
July 26, 2017
very deep, some lines were really amazing. i think i need to reread it a couple of times to really appreciate this poem tho
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September 13, 2020Lyrical and imaginative.
Caught my attention when I read an excerpt on Pinterest.
January 5, 2017
The poem has to be read within the context of when it was written. That would be the Industrial Revolution in England specifically London. Blake was witness to child labor which included chimney sweepers which would cut the life of children dramatically. Of course he was witness to prostitution and the merciless life of factory workers and the epic divide between the rich and the poor. Basically how inhumane man was to his fellow man. Not only that he mourned the transition from the natural world to the mechanized. The poem is mostly symbolic questioning the choices made and the price that will be paid. It also questions those who are rich whether they can live with themselves knowing people are suffering.
November 28, 2012
the first quartain of the poem is taken in the movie Lara Croft Tomb Raider! that is what inspired me to read this in the first place. and am glad i did! Blake was a maestro! beautiful imagery!
November 24, 2017
It's a good poem, but I'm used to much better work from William Blake. Read the poem for the exercise in poetry, but don't hang a theological hat on it.
January 23, 2020
Probably has one of the best openings to a poem ever "To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour."
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour."
June 24, 2020
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
September 9, 2021
Blake was an Enlightenment Philosopher, who used metaphorical poetry as a vehicle for his philosophy. The poem transcends the duality of existence, a dichotomy between the material and spiritual world.
June 5, 2018
The door to a grander world(view).
March 10, 2019
Once again Blake manages to present contrasting perceptions in a dreamy, beautiful manner.
March 29, 2019
The accent of the words is fading into the past, and the prohibitions, though moral, are not eminent today.
December 23, 2019
I love Blake. His writting is unmistakable, very emotional and deep.
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June 2, 2020To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
April 3, 2021
Blake’s classic
Short but sweet, William Blake’s classic is well worth reading again and again. Many will no doubt find much you will recognize here.
Short but sweet, William Blake’s classic is well worth reading again and again. Many will no doubt find much you will recognize here.
November 6, 2022
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men !!!!!!
Shall never be belovd by Men !!!!!!
August 20, 2023
this was super intriguing
October 8, 2025
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
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.
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
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.
November 29, 2014
I am not sure but I think I first heard about this poem from the movie "Dead Man". I do know that these lines continue to haunt me:
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
To give a stupid example, two days ago, while working the logistics of the shift of my sleep schedule to a more convienent cycle, I imagined that I was cycling at 4am and that a ...byzantine friend of mine made a comment about the unusual hour, to which I replied, with the appropriate drama that accompanies these reveries: "Some are born to endless night".
An excellent poem.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
To give a stupid example, two days ago, while working the logistics of the shift of my sleep schedule to a more convienent cycle, I imagined that I was cycling at 4am and that a ...byzantine friend of mine made a comment about the unusual hour, to which I replied, with the appropriate drama that accompanies these reveries: "Some are born to endless night".
An excellent poem.
October 17, 2018
3 stars
Sometimes it surprises me how well older literature holds up in today's day and age. I'm usually not one for poems, but this one definitely makes it to my favorites if only for some lines' sheer beauty. The poem itself takes maybe five minutes to read, and it's well worth every moment.
Sometimes it surprises me how well older literature holds up in today's day and age. I'm usually not one for poems, but this one definitely makes it to my favorites if only for some lines' sheer beauty. The poem itself takes maybe five minutes to read, and it's well worth every moment.
October 28, 2011
minimal, rageous an obliged reading for those in the liking of uk literature
February 13, 2012
This book was given me by Tim Jennings, a school friend. It's Blake; no more need be said.
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