"To see the world in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower.."
William Blake,1757-1827.
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A soul or self assumes a role,
Accepting all the rules that society prescribes,
Innovating some, hoping they will not be proscribed
By pundits of grammar, usage and good form.
A poet has no role now.
Never a legislator for humans,
He is not even a jester, minor prophet or soothsayer.
If we had a William Blake in our times,
What scarlet sayings would spark off
From the anvil of his imagination!
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