Poet 20151128

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,
from Auguries of Innocence

Today is William Blake’s birthday. He is one of my favorite poets, one I still turn to when I want to see how someone forcefully made the world into a place habitable for himself.

Poem 20150914

o, crimson worm
art thou sick

in thy dark secret, flies

does the invisible storm destroy life

that night
howling in his bed
thy love has found out
and the joy of life rises

This is a remix of The Sick Rose, a poem by William Blake, one of my favorite Poets with a capital P. You can find the original here. I’m pretty sure I used every word and only changed one.