Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Another Multi-Blog Poetry Wednesday

I am going to post a poem by William Blake this week. I have been too busy to find that calm creative center required to write poetry.

The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

William Blake

More poems from William Blake

Please join us if you have a poem to share.

Djeseru is our first this week

NicholasV at Intelliblog

Shouting at Street Lights posted an interesting poetic challenge earlier this week

Dag T joins us for the first time this week


Kennedy James

1 comment:

  1. This would make a beautiful painting. Love the poem. William Blake is incredible.


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