Poetry Wednesday, William Blake | for everyone |
William Blake 1757-1827, Artist, Painter and Poet.
This man spent almost his entire life in the black hole that was London of the eighteenth century. This was a London where the Thames
was foul with rotting sewage and approximately 30 poor souls died of
starvation every week. Not the elegant eighteenth century usually
depicted in books and films. This was a London
where a mere handful of wealthy residents enjoyed the fresh air and the
pleasant spacious homes of the west, a region that is now Regent Street. The rest of the wretched poverty stricken people existed on the edge of brothels, sewers, gin houses and burial grounds.
The Tyger, (1794) is a powerful piece of writing, very different to ‘The Little Black Boy,(1789) but both are storied aimed mostly for children from Blake’s ‘Songs of Innocence ‘ series.
The Poem ‘The Little Black Boy’
leaves you feeling so sorry for the poor child who believes (in the
Poem) one day he will be white and every one will love him. How much of
this child’s pain was actually observed and empathised by Blake; and how
much was his own interpretation of the situation, an interpretation
necessarily coloured by his own time and place in history, we cannot
possibly know. But we can know, from the way this is written, that even
if his interpretation of the child’s emotional response to the world is
inaccurate, it is well intended and kindly.
If
you read ‘The Tyger’ after reading ‘The Little Black Boy’ you feel a
transition of emotion. The little Black Boy leaves a feeling of
compassionate naivety but follow that with The Tyger and the soft
compassionate naivety disappears and in replaced by the reality of the
fearless Tyger tracking and attacking its helpless prey. A brave,
beautiful, fearless but cruel tiger.
William Blake, Poet and Artist; how nice to be able to illustrate a poem with the authors own original illustrations.
William Blake (1757-1827)
The Little Black Boy
1 My mother bore me in the southern wild,
2 And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
3 White as an angel is the English child,
4 But I am black, as if bereav'd of light.
5 My mother taught me underneath a tree,
6 And sitting down before the heat of day,
7 She took me on her lap and kissed me,
8 And pointing to the east, began to say:
9 Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
10 And gives his light, and gives his heat away;
11 And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
12 Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
13 And we are put on earth a little space,
14 That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
15 And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
16 Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
17 For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,
18 The cloud will vanish; we shall hear his voice,
19 Saying: 'Come out from the grove, my love and care,
20 And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.' "
21 Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
22 And thus I say to little English boy,
23 When I from black and he from white cloud free,
24 And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,
25 I'll shade him from the heat, till he can bear
26 To lean in joy upon our father's knee;
27 And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
28 And be like him, and he will then love me.
The Tiger
1 Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
2 In the forest of the night
3 What immortal hand or eye
4 Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
5 In what distant deeps or skies
6 Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
7 On what wings dare he aspire?
8 What the hand dare seize the fire?
9 And What shoulder, and what art,
10 Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
11 And when thy heart began to beat,
12 What dread hand? and what dread feet?
13 What the hammer? what the chain?
14 In what furnace was thy brain?
15 What the anvil? what dread grasp
16 Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
17 When the stars threw down their spears,
18 And watered heaven with their tears,
19 Did he smile his work to see?
20 Did he who made the lamb make thee?
21 Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
22 In the forests of the night,
23 What immortal hand or eye
24 Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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remixedphoenix wrote on Mar 18
Do love Mr Blake... thanks!
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brendainmad wrote on Oct 3, '08
Here are some more poems that I memorized at school.
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skeezicks1957 wrote on Oct 2, '08
Such an excellent presentation and very informative. ty.
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forgetmenot525 wrote on Oct 2, '08
veryfrank said
f I remember correctly, 'The Tyger' is from 'Songs of Experience' the second part of 'Songs of Innocence and Experience
You
are right of course, Tygre is from the second half, I just didn't want
to complicate things, and I didn't want to end up writing reams and
reams of analytical literary history................thought ..best keep
it simple and just enjoy the poetry
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starfishred wrote on Oct 2, '08
Very wonderful blog loretta I always enjoy Blake thank you.
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lauritasita wrote on Oct 2, '08
Once
again, thank you so much for an educational and inspiring post from the
artwork to this wonderful poetry of William Blake. I have read Tyger
before. I'm so glad you chose it. Loretta, won't you add this post to
the Poetry Wednesday sign in page for this week ? I'm sure everyone else
on the tour will want to read it, too.
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acousticeagle wrote on Oct 2, '08
Blake
has always been one of my favorites. In high school I would borrow his
poetry books from the library and amuse myself with his visionary
pictures and unusual musings. I learned the Tyger poem off by heart and
used to recite it when I was bored, it was a sort of memory exercise.
These days I can only remember the first stanza. His illustrations are
unique in all the world of art. I had some mates who were 'into' Blake
as well, as we liked things that were quirky.
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