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Postby Heaven/Hell » Thu May 03, 2007 1:54 pm

Why is that the first time I've seen that book? :x
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Postby Saturn » Thu May 03, 2007 2:03 pm

I would think somewhere in London you would see that :shock:

Check your local Waterstones.

I've seen it on Easons.

Believe me where I live there aren't many decent bookshops but I've seen it in most of them. I'm sure you'll find it somewhere or if not get it online.
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Postby dks » Thu May 03, 2007 5:38 pm

H/H, I love Blake. I love Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Poison Tree, and Visions of the Daughters of Albion. He was a visionary poet of the first order--such an important influence on the subsequent Romantics...the professor overseeing my Keats thesis wrote her dissertation on Blake--she is a Blake scholar. Her enthusiasm for him and knowledge of his work are quite impressive.
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Sat May 05, 2007 1:52 pm

dks wrote:H/H, I love Blake. I love Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Poison Tree, and Visions of the Daughters of Albion. He was a visionary poet of the first order--such an important influence on the subsequent Romantics...the professor overseeing my Keats thesis wrote her dissertation on Blake--she is a Blake scholar. Her enthusiasm for him and knowledge of his work are quite impressive.


:D I actually drew my username from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. The 'Proverbs of Hell' are so insightful. "How do you know but every Bird that cuts the aerie way, is in an immense world of delight clos'd by your senses five?"
William Blake is my favourite poet/prose writer. He inspired so many, in his generation and beyond, and asked for so little in his lifetime. I also very much enjoy Jerusalem.
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Postby Heaven/Hell » Sat May 05, 2007 2:16 pm

Credo Buffa wrote:Mortal Limit


I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags
Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming
Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.

There--west--were the Tetons. Snow-peaks would soon be
In dark profile to break constellations. Beyond what height
Hangs now the black speck? Beyond what range will gold eyes see
New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light?

Or, having tasted that atmosphere's thinness, does it
Hang motionless in dying vision before
It knows it will accept the mortal limit,
And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restore

The breath of earth? Of rock? Of rot? Of other such
Items, and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch?


What an beautiful, lucid sonnet. It kind of leads me to my favourite, one I've read so many times I've memorised it :roll:

Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temporate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath too short a date
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
While every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance or by nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall never fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death bray thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe and the eye can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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