William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Comments about William Blake

  • Walterrean Salley (8/5/2012 11:35:00 PM)

    William Blake's work is among the best. Love his material, style and formating. His metaphors and imagery are quite interesting, drawing you into the composition. Intriguing.

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  • Kyra Clark (4/18/2012 2:46:00 PM)

    William Blake is an inspiration to me. I love reading his poems. They bring out my feelings when I read them.

  • Nick Lennert (3/17/2012 11:19:00 PM)

    William Blake is one of my largest inspirations (no the that anyone really cares what I think!) and I think he was one-hundred years ahead of his time! He blended visual art and poetry, and if he was around now I could see him doing some kind of poetic animation. Blake's influence is scattered across every genre and the minds of many an important thinker.

  • Fernand Pena Fernand Pena (12/18/2011 7:31:00 AM)

    I'm just a fernch musician (singer) & 'Blake lover'.
    My last work 'Ode to William Blake' rock songs with words from the Mind.
    have a hear: http: //www.lezarts.info/
    In my concerts I want to make known to the French 'wonderful man' in the words of his wife Catherine.

  • Angela Pettway (12/5/2011 5:02:00 PM)

    Why is tiger spelled tyger in Blake's poem The Tyger?

  • grame peele (11/17/2011 4:12:00 AM)

    a real legend so mystic so physical yet the up most metaphysical thoughts in him.

  • Shanu Shah (4/28/2011 1:51:00 AM)

    In His Poem 'London' Blake says about the London city at his time. Chartered means Holy and also has meaning of Dirty. Thames is the river on which he was passing by. He says that this is the City where the Chartered (Holy) flow and in the same City the streets too are chartered (Dirty with diffrent sins) . He talks of different pain that he sees when he come across diffrent people. Like Harlot(Prostitute's) cry and that of soldier who had died beacuase of autocracy practiced in the palace. I really find the way metaphor is used to say all that is prevelant at that time in London. Now though London is a nice in fact a lively place to live.
    Time changes and things change..

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (4/13/2010 12:54:00 AM)

    very beautiful nerration, good imagination.

  • Gary Bisaga (9/17/2009 8:09:00 AM)

    I agree with Barbara Bizarro completely except the line:

    The simplicity of his writing underlines the little society at the time knew about the consequences of their actions.

    I think society knew very well the consequences of their actions; or more precisely, most in society did. It's easy, looking back now, to not see the daily struggle for existence that most people went through. They may not have scientifically understood everything that happened as a consequence of their actions, but they certainly knew that behavior A resulted in situation B. Blake helped usher in the romantic ideas of simplicity and idealism (the the ideal society is simplest and most natural) so in that sense did damage. But I agree that he is an excellent writer, and I am really beginning to appreciate his glorious poetry myself.

  • Andrew Hoellering (8/14/2009 5:02:00 PM)

    Both of you live in hope but are as nutty as fruit cakes. Blake was born in 1757 and died in 1827. He would have been pleased with your comment, Barbara Bizarro.

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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