Can you tell us a bit about the transition from music to poetry? They feel like hybrid forms of the same thing. Problems are solved walking too, again this link back to being outdoors. I started writing prose first, and then gradually poetry took over. But I miss writing music and lately have been writing music to go with the river poems. There was a perfect day at the cottage when the cottage was closed for the day due to a gigantic storm. I gathered a great supply of firewood and back at the shepherds hut fed the stove and settled down to write.
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Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?
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And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? What the hammer? What the anvil? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? It then goes on to liken the making of a tiger to the dangerous process of fashioning molten metal from the furnace with hammer and anvil.
If the lamb represents Divine love, what might the tiger represent? The poem consists of a series of questions that are never fully answered, circling round us in just the same way as a tiger stalks its prey. Even at the end no answer is given: the last verse just sends us back to the same question with which we started. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And Thou shalt not. The narrator tells of his visit to the Garden of Love and of the chapel standing where he played as a child. The key to the poem lies in its second line.
The narrator is talking about the change in how he now sees his surroundings, not a change in the garden itself. There are strong echoes of the passage from innocence to knowledge of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
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In this poem, Blake may also be attacking a new chapel built in Lambeth near his then home. This chapel was built by subscription: parishioners paid for their pews. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. The narrator wanders through London and finds even the streets and the river suffering under political oppression. In everyone he passes, he sees signs of misery and moral weakness. He visualises the cry of the chimney-sweep covering the churches like a pall draped over a coffin, and the last breath of the dying soldier running like blood down the walls of the royal palace.
That power is achieved in good part through repetition. They may represent the deeply ingrained respect for tradition and institutions that stopped the people of London from following the example of revolutionary Paris and overthrowing their oppressors in Church and State. Born in London in , Blake spent the majority of his life in the city. Explore the important London places Blake believed in the power of the imagination. Meet the various characters in his personal mythology and their meaning in Main menu additional Become a Member Shop. Twitter Facebook Email Pinterest. When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy: Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
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Planting Potatoes During Chernobyl. The seed went in two days. Shiva-danced over the Strath. We joked about tubers. It rained for six weeks. The leaves grew to lovely sheen. Tiny flowers lured bees and butterflies. Roots swelled Edzell Blues, skins of livid heather. All perfect, as new potatoes. Leave them for maincrop? Eat and run? Dig before. Let them grow. Death and potatoes. Our old Irish men in North America. They planted maize.
In that newer world, death was above ground,. Evacuated, Though, by the God they feared.