Fear poems
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A Form Of Women
© Robert Creeley
I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
Age
© Robert Creeley
Most explicit--
the sense of trapas a narrowing
cone one's gotstuck into and
any movementforward simply
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IV
© William Blake
5. He watch'd in shuddring fear
The dark changes & bound every change
With rivets of iron & brass;
The Book of Urizen: Preludium
© William Blake
Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter V
© William Blake
2. All the myriads of Eternity:
All the wisdom & joy of life:
Roll like a sea around him,
Except what his little orbs
Of sight by degrees unfold.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII
© William Blake
1. Urizen explor'd his dens
Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
With a globe of fire lighting his journey
A fearful journey, annoy'd
By cruel enormities: forms
Of life on his forsaken mountains
To Thomas Butts
© William Blake
TO my friend Butts I write
My first vision of light,
On the yellow sands sitting.
The sun was emitting
The Book of Thel
© William Blake
1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
4 Or Love in a golden bowl?
My Spectre Around Me
© William Blake
My spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way.
My emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
The Grey Monk
© William Blake
"I die, I die!" the Mother said,
"My children die for lack of bread.
What more has the merciless Tyrant said?"
The Monk sat down on the stony bed.
The Two Songs
© William Blake
I heard an Angel Singing
When the day was springing:
"Mercy, pity, and peace,
Are the world's release."
Fair Elanor
© William Blake
Chill Death withdraws his hand, and she revives;
Amaz'd, she finds herself upon her feet,
And, like a ghost, thro' narrow passages
Walking, feeling the cold walls with her hands.
Why Should I Care for the Men of Thames
© William Blake
Why should I care for the men of thames
Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams
Or shrink at the little blasts of fear
That the hireling blows into my ear
The Song of Los
© William Blake
I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet:
He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.
In heart-formed Africa.
Urizen faded! Ariston shudderd!
And thus the Song began
The Wild Flower's Song
© William Blake
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
Never Seek to Tell thy Love
© William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
Broken Love
© William Blake
MY Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
On Anothers Sorrow
© William Blake
Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
The Little Girl Found
© William Blake
All the night in woe,
Lyca's parents go:
Over vallies deep.
While the desarts weep.
Earth's Answer
© William Blake
Earth raised up her head.
From the darkness dread & drear,
Her light fled:
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
