Oh Blake with your drunken spirit you've adorned,
The everlasting grace and beauty of the Gospel.
You've illuminated mankind with your Poetical Sketches,
I love thee Lamb and sympathize thy ecstasy of a little kid.
With the proclamation of lifelong belief you have painted;
Through imaginings of The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
Humanity burst into warring fragmented lamentations;
Ah! Milton and Jerusalem appeared in reconciled visions.
Your engravings sculptured, color drawings printed:
And the water color illustrations giving a feeble and tottering The Real Man The Imagination which liveth forever.
I read William Wordsworth's commentary in the pleasantries exchange with the saying goes:
'There is no doubt that this poor man was mad, but there is something in the madness of this man which interests me more than the sanity of Lord Byron and Walter Scott.'
I narrate the gladdening and overwhelming tidings of:
Henry in a letter to the Damsel Dorothy-
He lives…enjoying constant intercourse with the world of spirits. He receives visits from Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Voltaire etc...etc...etc and has given me repeatedly their words in conversations.
Have you been pondering in enchanted walks too Blake?
Might have nymphs and fairies in bewilderment.
Wherefore divine incarnations of Blake stare at distress!
In stunning blasphemy thus Antichrist dwells in dismay! !
Jesus voice thundering sounds in compelling spirits
As stones bleed n; Satan put sin in the cross and tombJoh.
You are a mental traveler Blake: preacher romantic
And here I present my farewell to thy soul: spiritual heal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem