But eh, I’ve always liked this poem.
ETERNITY IN AN HOUR 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….
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won’t believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever’s fright….
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine….
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in Eternity….
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on Heaven’s shore….
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne’er believe, do what you please.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They’d immediately go out….
God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.
– WILLIAM BLAKE
Earlier this evening, I was zipping through my old Xanga entries. It’s only been a couple of years, but my, how things have changed.
I was thoroughly amused by my writing, mostly because back then I had tried to leave out any and all profanity. As a writer, I felt that should try to convey my feelings without resorting to such exclamations.
Well, that went to shit rather quickly.
If for whatever reason you might be interested in reading into my 19-year-old self, here is the link.