William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. A QUESTION ANSWERED 6/24/2016
2. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
3. The Fairy 3/2/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
6. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
7. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
12. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
16. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
17. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
18. The Smile 2/9/2015
19. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
20. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
21. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
22. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
23. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
24. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
25. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
26. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
27. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
28. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
29. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
30. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
31. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
32. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
33. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
34. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
35. To Tirzah 1/3/2003
36. Song 5/9/2001
37. Hear The Voice Of The Bard 5/9/2001
38. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
39. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
40. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
Best Poem of William Blake

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Earth's Answer

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;

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