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William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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Love's Secret


Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (8/5/2014 12:44:00 PM)

    The language of love is only silence
    Time and again wonderfully proven true
    It is not a question of how or whence
    But Love cometh as a bolt from the blue..........

    I welcome all ye reading this to my page (Report) Reply

  • Katherine Harvey (8/5/2014 8:06:00 AM)

    So terribly true of all unrequited love. We are never so vulnerable as when we are in love and to the person who doesn't love, never so boring. She wanted the excitement of the chase, he needed commitment. It would never have worked! (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (8/5/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    I wonder where this poem will stand in today's noisy world where people are advised to express their love like a parrot day and night! (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (8/5/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    I wonder where this poem will stand in today's noisy world where people are advised to express their love like a parrot day and night! (Report) Reply

  • Jack Growden (8/5/2013 4:05:00 AM)

    I invite you to read my collection. I am a young aspiring writer so rate and comment as you wish. Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (8/5/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    I loved this as I read entirely differently to the previous comment. I am probably wrong but to me it felt he had confessed love to a person who had not shown any affection to him. It was almost as if she was mildly horrified at the thought. The tie up line I find most interesting. Took her with a sigh. A sigh of possibly relish. Or even disappointment.... Just my first reaction as ever. Ty karen (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (8/5/2012 11:54:00 AM)

    I have to add Donne to my last blog. The three greatest poets, in my opinion, are Shakespeare, Donne and Blake - with Larkin a possible fourth. What Blake is deprecating is the lover who cannot stop talking about his love instead of getting on with it - a sure sign of impotence! The woman is so frustrated that she takes a passer by on sight. (Report) Reply

  • Hans Vr (8/5/2011 9:47:00 AM)

    Fantastic poetry. I agree that Blake is among the truly great poets. By far the best poem of the day, I have read since a long long time. (Report) Reply

  • Scott Clark (8/5/2010 3:50:00 PM)

    Well, let me tell you something Bill- if someone stared at me like your picture shows I would have to leave also. Go find some ugly girl to love then you won't feel so bad (just don't stare at her) Just kidding everyone! Pull your pants back up and quit dancing around the room- I was just kidding with ol' Bill here. (Report) Reply

  • shadow ...art (8/5/2010 8:50:00 AM)

    sometimes love is like a sand, it will never stay in your hand....it goes whenever the wind blows! (Report) Reply

  • C D (9/1/2009 11:29:00 PM)

    from Poems from MSS.

    never seek to tell thy love
    love that never told can be;
    for the gentle wind does move
    silently, invisibly.

    i told my love, i told my love,
    i told her all my heart,
    trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-
    ah, she doth depart.

    soon as she was gone from me
    a traveller came by
    silently, invisibly-
    o, was no deny.

    I laid me down upon a bank
    where love lay sleeping.
    i heard among the rushes dank
    weeping, weeping

    i asked a theif to steal me a peach:
    he turn'd up his eyes.
    I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down:
    holy and meek she cries.

    As soon as I went an angel came:
    He wink'd at the theif
    andsmil'd at the dame,
    and without one word spoke
    had a peach from the tree,
    and 'twixt earnest and joke
    enjoy'd the lady.

    love to faults is always blind,
    always is to joy inclin'd,
    lawless, wing'd, and unconfin'd,
    and breaks all chains from every mind.

    Deceit to secresy confin'd,
    lawful, cautious, and refin'd,
    to every thing but intrest blind,
    and forges fetters for the mind.

    abstinence sows sand all over
    the ruddy limbs and flaming hair,
    but Desire Gratified
    plants fruits of life and beauty there.

    quoted from 'The Viking Book of Poetry of the English speaking world' volume 1'- pg 619 (Report) Reply

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