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.
Somehow this poem makes me feel that if I could go way back in time and meet with Blake, I would want to discuss with him for hours or days. I love this write. I think to write this at the time he was alive, is genius.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and profound! Loving it very much!