Explore Poems GO!

Psalm Iv

Rating: 2.6
Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem
having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake
on my lap
Lo & behold! I was thoughtless and turned a page and gazed on the living
Sun-flower
and heard a voice, it was Blake's, reciting in earthen measure:
the voice rose out of the page to my secret ear never heard before-
I lifted my eyes to the window, red walls of buildings flashed outside,
endless sky sad Eternity
sunlight gazing on the world, apartments of Harlem standing in the
Read More
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS
Jennifer Bergk 20 December 2005
The character in this book is looking for love in all the wrong places. He thinks he hears the voice of Blake who plays a godly role in this piece. Everything seams to be speaking to him, the walls, the sunflower and the sky. This piece speaks of remembrance of the father and how the father holds him in his dead arms.
1 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

6/25/2021 2:32:57 AM # 1.0.0.634