Blake's Babes: A Prophecy Poem by Jerome Rothenberg

Blake's Babes: A Prophecy



1
infant encoil'd
inside a worm

2
The Throne of Mary

throne of wisdom
on which
the babe sits

he holds
a little sign marked
EGO

3
Pity

a flying horse
swoops down
a rider scoops
the babe up
in his arms

4
Eve

she gnaws the apple in
the serpent's mouth

5
Behold this Midnight Glory;
Worlds, on Worlds.

(Edward Young, Night Thoughts)

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Jerome Rothenberg

Jerome Rothenberg

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