Saturday, March 28, 2020

William Blake Was Not a Content Provider

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
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
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


4 comments:

Leo Gonçalves said...

Wow! Such a great poem! I'm kind of lost with this homage!

Dan Hanrahan said...

Thank you, Leo. A well deserved homage for a Blake translator and spiritual son of Blake.

John Kruth said...

perfect danny! wanna start a band called the slag heap wrens?

Dan Hanrahan said...

yee-haw!!!!