William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Clod And The Pebble - Poem by William Blake

'Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'

So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these meters meet:

'Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite.'


Comments about The Clod And The Pebble by William Blake

  • Indira Renganathan (12/5/2016 7:32:00 AM)


    Very exciting and true words....great work (Report) Reply

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  • (9/1/2015 11:38:00 PM)


    .........thought provoking...and nicely written ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 9, 2001


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