Hmmm - I've actually read this poem before - It's memorable if ever there is such a thing - But really what I like about Blake (especially with this piece) is that he finds a way to be so pessimistically optimistic whilst keeping a coyly demure smile on his face - especially the following lines:
Quote:
And the Catterpiller and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
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I think he was spouting some knowledge there.... Oh - but for the world to know the "Human Abstract" is not abstract at all - but entirely a caricature of worldly deceit that still exists as I type these words!
Nice share JOLIE
Jacquii.