William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

One of my personal favorites
blake has always made poetry a true form of art in words

Blake , like all truly great poets, makes his statement in the opening
verse . That's where the understanding of a poem should be. If it's not
there , it's not a great poem. Blake is one of the true greats though
not all of his poems are . He is great because he knows what poetry
is as an Art . Unfortunately , that cannot be said of most .

I was not sure of the understanding of this poem, but it was profound.

Heh, not the best poem, but well written nonetheless. Or maybe I'm fatigued. Suspiration.

uuuuuummmm wow this was an ok but really deep poem?