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

I have to add Donne to my last blog. The three greatest poets, in my opinion, are Shakespeare, Donne and Blake - with Larkin a possible fourth. What Blake is deprecating is the lover who cannot stop talking about his love instead of getting on with it - a sure sign of impotence! The woman is so frustrated that she takes a passer by on sight.

Oh my gosh, this is just beautiful and so meaningful. I love it.

Fantastic poetry. I agree that Blake is among the truly great poets. By far the best poem of the day, I have read since a long long time.

Well, let me tell you something Bill- if someone stared at me like your picture shows I would have to leave also. Go find some ugly girl to love then you won't feel so bad (just don't stare at her) Just kidding everyone! Pull your pants back up and quit dancing around the room- I was just kidding with ol' Bill here.

sometimes love is like a sand, it will never stay in your hand....it goes whenever the wind blows!

Kind of like sticking a balloon with a pin. It just deflates$^*(&^%@@%^***&^$*&) ^$

Elusive love cannot be revealed abruptly is well expressed by Blake!

from Poems from MSS.

never seek to tell thy love
love that never told can be;
for the gentle wind does move
silently, invisibly.

i told my love, i told my love,
i told her all my heart,
trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-
ah, she doth depart.

soon as she was gone from me
a traveller came by
silently, invisibly-
o, was no deny.

I laid me down upon a bank
where love lay sleeping.
i heard among the rushes dank
weeping, weeping

i asked a theif to steal me a peach:
he turn'd up his eyes.
I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down:
holy and meek she cries.

As soon as I went an angel came:
He wink'd at the theif
andsmil'd at the dame,
and without one word spoke
had a peach from the tree,
and 'twixt earnest and joke
enjoy'd the lady.

love to faults is always blind,
always is to joy inclin'd,
lawless, wing'd, and unconfin'd,
and breaks all chains from every mind.

Deceit to secresy confin'd,
lawful, cautious, and refin'd,
to every thing but intrest blind,
and forges fetters for the mind.

abstinence sows sand all over
the ruddy limbs and flaming hair,
but Desire Gratified
plants fruits of life and beauty there.

quoted from 'The Viking Book of Poetry of the English speaking world' volume 1'- pg 619

This is the secret of love. Love need not be told in so many words. Sometimes we may miss the ticket but love can act silently.Today's generation has to take a leaf out of this poem.

i can really relate to this and i wish my lover would do this for me great poem 10+