Friends
by him meant well
but what he truly meant
was hard for them to tell,
harder still to sell.
'Poor Blake, ' they said;
'Madness';
and so public acclaim
from his designs sprang,
though etched by Schiavonetti.
Yet in 'this night of Time, '
Christ the Eternal Man reappeared:
'Christ in the Sepulchre, Guarded by Angels, '
the Christ of 'The Resurrection, '
the Divine within us;
and also 'Auguries of Innocence'
('a Grain of Sand, ' 'a Wild Flower) ,
the last three Nights
of 'The Four Zoas'
('intellectual War, ' 'sweet Science') .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem