Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.
'Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'
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 .
uuuuuummmm wow this was an ok but really deep poem?
Heh, not the best poem, but well written nonetheless. Or maybe I'm fatigued. Suspiration.
I was not sure of the understanding of this poem, but it was profound.
William Blake, the very famous poet in later times, England did not recognize him, because he was a fanatic Christian, but after his death he became very famous.5 Stars for this profound poem
William Blake, the very famous poet in later times, England did not recognize him, because he was too much of a Christian, but after his death he became very famous.5 Stars for this profound poem
Cited from his BIO: Considered mad by contemporaries for his idiosyncratic views, Blake is held in high regard by later critics for his expressiveness and creativity, and for the philosophical and mystical undercurrents within his work.
A poem of great depth. Thought provoking lines woven and crafted beautifully.
One of my personal favorites blake has always made poetry a true form of art in words