Don’t you just love an ancient oracle with history and mystery served up in rhyming little stanzas?
Say, “Yes Janna. Indeed I do love such wonderful things.”
Thank you. Now say “Yay NPM!!” and let’s get started.
The following is an excerpt from William Blake’s epic poem titled Milton. I like Blake for several reasons. The main two being that he was a nonconformist and that he believed poetry could be understood by common people. Those are also [probably] the main two reasons he died poor. But you know what? It’s okay to die poor. After all a casket can only hold so much. Me and ole Billy can agree on that but who the heck was Milton?
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
Now off to find out more about this John Milton character…