Although I do have to admit that Nancy Willard's A Visit to William Blake's Inn is fantastical, imaginative and yes, at times even rather entertaining and fun, personally, because I have NEVER really all that much been able to either enjoy or even appreciate William Blake as a poet (finding his lyric output for the most part frustratingly contrived and artificial, especially if I dare to compare Blake's verses to my two favourite British poets, namely to John Keats and A. E. Houseman), I was and remain absolutely and totally less than impressed with and by Willard's verses, which do indeed read very similarly to William Blake (but because, as already alluded to above, I really cannot stomach the latter's lyricism, the verses, the poetry of A Visit to William Blake's Inn, well, they have left me majorly cold and blah, a personal choice and a personal opinion, of course, but indeed, the same issues I have always had and experienced reading William Blake both at school and later at university with regard to words and images that feel fake, emotionless and without much beauty have been transferred to Nancy Willard, leaving a reading experience that has been at best unsatisfying and at worst majorly and sadly disappointing, albeit I do well understand that for readers and yes, also for listeners who do enjoy William Blake or who can at least appreciate him and his poetry, their reaction to A Visit to William Blake's Inn might be considerably more positive than my own has been).
And therefore, only two stars for A Visit to William Blake's Inn, as even Alice and Martin Provensen's accompanying illustrations have not really been all that much to my own, to my personal aesthetic tastes (for while I do consider them adept and brightly descriptive, the depicted images have a one-dimensional and stagnant quality to them that I for one tend to find more than somewhat visually off-putting).