Blake's Babes: A Prophecy Poem by Jerome Rothenberg
Blake's Babes: A Prophecy
1
infant encoil'd
inside a worm
2
The Throne of Mary
throne of wisdom
on which
the babe sits
he holds
a little sign marked
EGO
3
Pity
a flying horse
swoops down
a rider scoops
the babe up
in his arms
4
Eve
she gnaws the apple in
the serpent's mouth
5
Behold this Midnight Glory;
Worlds, on Worlds.
(Edward Young, Night Thoughts)
Friday, May 6, 2016
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