William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
2. The Fairy 3/2/2015
3. The Smile 2/9/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
6. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
7. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
10. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
11. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
15. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
16. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
17. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
18. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
19. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
20. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
21. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
22. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
23. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
24. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
25. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
26. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
27. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
28. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
29. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
30. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
31. Song 5/9/2001
32. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
33. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
34. Samson 1/3/2003
35. Silent, Silent Night 5/9/2001
36. Reeds Of Innocence 1/3/2003
37. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
38. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
39. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
40. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
Best Poem of William Blake

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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To Tirzah

Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride,
Blow'd in the morn, in evening died;
But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.

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