A READING OF WILLIAM BLAKE Poem by Giovanni Quessep
A READING OF WILLIAM BLAKE
I am happy, in spite of the death
Watching me from the araucarias;
My joy proceeds from another sky
Where the birds adore the tiger's gaze.
Tiger, tiger, burning jewel
In the forests of the night,
What fairy has alighted on your eyes,
What garden on your moon-stained skin?
I am happy, even though ruin
Threatens the doors of my house;
No one can stop me, nobody
Lacking the secret of my words.
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3/13/2026 2:17:27 PM # 1.0.0
Well conceived and nicely brought forth in tribute to William Blake. Thanks for sharing Giovanni.