Saturday, May 19, 2012
Classic Poetry - "To See a World in a Grain of Sand" by William Blake
William Blake
1757 - 1827
To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.
William Blake was a man after my own heart, producing a large body of work in both poetry and the visual arts. He painted with temperas and watercolors, and mastered the arts of etching and engraving. He explored the meaning of life and God and spirituality, and considered moral and social repercussions of politics and government. A romantic, a philosopher, a scholar and a mystic, Blake was the ultimate creator.
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Wow, thanks for the introduction to this poet! I think it's marvelous when a poet not only pens beauty, but also paints it. This particular poem was beautiful in that it was simple but full of meaning.
ReplyDeletea classic gem Kim...LOVE these fabulous lines.
ReplyDeleteI have always especially loved this particular quote........walking through the world "seeing" this way makes for a wonderful trip. Thanks, kiddo, for your faithful work each week............
ReplyDeleteI love this, always have! It makes one want to see life and all its glory! :D Thank you Kim!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite people. Good choice Kim.
ReplyDeleteI adore these lines! If I'm not mistaken, these and a few more were put together with music and made into a hymn ... I seem to remember singing it with a choir I frequent from time to time ... lovely choice Kim - thanks.
ReplyDeleteI love those few lines,they say it all for me.
ReplyDeleteThis may be the poem that sealed my fate all those years ago. I became a teacher of English literature thanks to Blake and his ilk. (He'd use the work "ilk", so why not?) ;-)
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