William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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  • Akash (2/5/2018 7:19:00 PM)

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  • Holly Canercan (12/3/2017 4:31:00 AM)

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  • Davey (12/1/2017 11:32:00 PM)

    Words have weights that vary for every reader. Blake's carry enough, I wrote them in my flesh. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

  • Stessy Enni (11/24/2017 3:47:00 AM)

    Wao Am thrilled with the poems.....hope to be like you one day

  • Ash Adetayo Ash Adetayo (8/11/2017 2:35:00 AM)

    Great poet, am looking up to be great as you are, i just wrote a poem RELATIONSHIP CALLED FRIENDSHIP you wiill find it interesting pls make a comment about it for me

  • Somnath Chakraborty Somnath Chakraborty (6/6/2017 1:42:00 PM)

    his sharpness is shoen in his name itself....william blake

Best Poem of William Blake

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Why Was Cupid A Boy

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.

For he shoots with his bow,
And the girl shoots with her eye,
And they both are merry and glad,
And laugh when we do cry.

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