Bluetreefrog@lemmy.worldM to Ask Lemmy@lemmy.worldEnglish · 3 months agoWhat is your favourite poem, and why?message-squaremessage-square65fedilinkarrow-up197arrow-down13
arrow-up194arrow-down1message-squareWhat is your favourite poem, and why?Bluetreefrog@lemmy.worldM to Ask Lemmy@lemmy.worldEnglish · 3 months agomessage-square65fedilink
minus-squareNope@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up1·3 months agoLondon By William Blake I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro’ midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
London
By William Blake
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse