William Blake was not a content provider
When he flew a red kite above the London smoke
When he dreamt of windstorms pummeling factories
When he heard the sound of a wolf walking on the roof
When he flew a red kite above the London smoke
When he dreamt of windstorms pummeling factories
When he heard the sound of a wolf walking on the roof
William Blake was not a content provider
When he walked for miles beside the icy Thames
When he dreamt of a wren calling out from a slag heap
When he saw a man walking a tiger in Piccadilly Circus
When he walked for miles beside the icy Thames
When he dreamt of a wren calling out from a slag heap
When he saw a man walking a tiger in Piccadilly Circus
William Blake was not a content provider
When the plague returned to London
When the souls of the dead exited the coal mines
Wearing wicker masks of horses and sheep
for Leo Gonçalves
When the plague returned to London
When the souls of the dead exited the coal mines
Wearing wicker masks of horses and sheep
for Leo Gonçalves
4 comments:
Wow! Such a great poem! I'm kind of lost with this homage!
Thank you, Leo. A well deserved homage for a Blake translator and spiritual son of Blake.
perfect danny! wanna start a band called the slag heap wrens?
yee-haw!!!!
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