Wednesday, May 29, 2013

All Morning


To see a world in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour...
                                                                               William Blake  Auguries of Innocence

Eternity

  by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy 
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20496#sthash.HzFicSM2.dpuf

Eternity

  by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy 
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20496#sthash.HzFicSM2.dpuf

Eternity

  by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy 
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20496#sthash.HzFicSM2.dpuf

                                                         






                                                             All morning the Dapple
                                                             grazed on the green
                                                             tufts of dream
                                                             beneath the pale
                                                             shedding
                                                             blossoms
                                                             of the pear tree
                                                             
                                                             as if
                                                             the light would 
                                                             remain
                                                             
                                                             spilling through
                                                             the flowering
                                                             falling

                                                             and parasols
                                                             of the leaves'
                                                             soft unfurling.

                                                             All morning,
                                                             the widening
                                                             solitude
                                                             of the deepening
                                                             shade;
                                                            
                                                             the blades
                                                             of eternity
                                                             sparkling.








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