William Rose Benet
William Rose Benet Poems
|1.||The Falconer Of God||1/4/2003|
|2.||The South Wind||6/28/2014|
|3.||The Red Country||6/28/2014|
|10.||The Marvelous Munchausen||6/28/2014|
|12.||The Horse Thief||6/28/2014|
|14.||How To Catch Unicorns||6/28/2014|
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Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye,
And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart.
Blake knew how deep is Hell, and Heaven how high,
And could build the universe from one tiny part.
Blake heard the asides of God, as with furrowed brow
He sifts the star-streams between the Then and the Now,
In vast infant sagacity brooding, an infant's grace
Shining serene on his simple, benignant face.
Blake was mad, they say, -- and Space's Pandora-box
Loosed its wonders upon him -- devils, but angels indeed.
I, they say, am sane, but no key ...