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The Complete Poems

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by William Blake


  Not born for the sport and amusement of Man but born to drink up all his powers

  [And] They wept to see their shadows they said to one another this is Sin

  This is the [vegetative] Generative world they rememberd the Days of old

  10 And One of the Eternals spoke All was silent at the feast

  Man is a Worm wearied with joy he seeks the caves of sleep

  Among the Flowers of Beulah in his selfish cold repose

  Forsaking Brotherhood & Universal love in selfish clay

  Folding the pure wings of his mind seeking the places dark

  Abstracted from the roots of [Nature] Science then inclosd around

  In walls of Gold we cast him like a Seed into the Earth

  Till times & spaces have passd over him duly every morn

  We visit him covering with a Veil the immortal seed

  With windows from the inclement sky we cover him & with walls

  20 And hearths protect the Selfish terror till divided all

  Not for ourselves but for the Eternal family we live

  Man liveth not by Self alone but in his brothers face

  Each shall behold the Eternal Father & love & joy abound

  So spoke the Eternal at the Feast they embracd the New born Man

  Calling him Brother image of the Eternal Father. they sat down

  At the immortal tables sounding loud their instruments of joy

  30 Calling the Morning into Beulah the Eternal Man rejoicd

  When Morning dawnd The Eternals rose to labour at the Vintage

  Beneath they saw their sons & daughters wondering inconceivable

  At the dark myriads in Shadows in the worlds beneath

  The morning dawnd Urizen rose & in his hand the Flail

  Sounds on the Floor heard terrible by all beneath the heavens

  Dismal loud redounding the nether floor shakes with the sound

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  And all Nations were threshed out & the stars threshd from their husks

  Then Tharmas took the Winnowing fan the winnowing wind furious

  Above veerd round by the violent whirlwind driven west & south

  Tossed the Nations like Chaff into the seas of Tharmas

  O Mystery Fierce Tharmas cries Behold thy end is come

  Art thou she that made the nations drunk with the cup of Religion

  Go down ye Kings & Councillors & Giant Warriors

  Go down into the depths go down & hide yourselves beneath

  Go down with horse & Chariots & Trumpets of hoarse war

  10 Lo how the Pomp of Mystery goes down into the Caves

  Her great men howl & throw the dust & rend their hoary hair

  Her delicate women & children shriek upon the bitter wind

  Spoild of their beauty their hair rent & their skin shriveld up

  Lo darkness covers the long pomp of banners on the wind

  And black horses & armed men & miserable bound captives

  Where shall the graves recieve them all & where shall be their place

  And who shall mourn for Mystery who never loosd her Captives

  Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field

  Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air

  20 Let the inchaind soul shut up in darkness & in sighing

  Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years

  Rise & look out his chains are loose his dungeon doors are open

  And let his wife & children return from the opressors scourge

  They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream

  Are these the Slaves that groand along the streets of Mystery

  Where are your bonds & task masters are these the prisoners

  Where are your chains where are your tears why do you look around

  If you are thirsty there is the river go bathe your parched limbs

  The good of all the Land is before you for Mystery is no more

  30 Then All the Slaves from every Earth in the wide Universe

  Sing a New Song drowning confusion in its happy notes

  While the flail of Urizen sounded long & the winnowing wind of Tharmas

  So loud so clear in the wide heavens & the song that they sung was this

  Composed by an African Black from the little Earth of Sotha

  Aha Aha how came I here so soon in my sweet native land

  How came I here Methinks I am as I was in my youth

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  When in my fathers house I sat & heard his chearing voice

  Methinks I see his flocks & herds & feel my limbs renewd

  And Lo my Brethren in their tents & their little ones around them

  The song arose to the Golden feast the Eternal Man rejoicd

  Then the Eternal Man said Luvah the Vintage is ripe arise

  The sons of Urizen shall gather the vintage with sharp hooks

  And all thy sons O Luvah bear away the families of Earth

  I hear the flail of Urizen his barns are full no roo[m]

  Remains & in the Vineyards stand the abounding sheaves beneath

  10 The falling Grapes that odorous burst upon the winds. Arise

  My flocks & herds trample the Corn my cattle browze upon

  The ripe Clusters The shepherds shout for Luvah prince of Love

  Let the Bulls of Luvah tread the Corn & draw the loaded waggon

  Into the Barn while children glean the Ears around the door

  Then shall they lift their innocent hands & stroke his furious nose

  And he shall lick the little girls white neck & on her head

  Scatter the perfume of his breath while from his mountains high

  The lion of terror shall come down & bending his bright mane

  And couching at their side shall eat from the curld boys white lap

  20 His golden food and in the evening sleep before the door

  Attempting to be more than Man We become less said Luvah

  As he arose from the bright feast drunk with the wine of ages

  His crown of thorns fell from his head he hung his living Lyre

  Behind the seat of the Eternal Man & took his way

  Sounding the Song of Los descending to the Vineyards bright

  His sons arising from the feast with golden baskets follow

  A fiery train as when the Sun sings in the ripe vineyards

  Then Luvah stood before the wine press all his fiery sons

  Brought up the loaded Waggons with shoutings ramping tygers play

  30 In the jingling traces furious lions sound the song of joy

  To the golden wheels circling upon the pavement of heaven & all

  The Villages of Luvah ring the golden tiles of the villages

  Reply to violins & tabors to the pipe flute lyre & cymbal

  Then fell the Legions of Mystery in maddning confusion

  Down Down thro the immense with outcry fury & despair

  Into the wine presses of Luvah howling fell the Clusters

  Of human families thro the deep. the wine presses were filld

  The blood of life flowd plentiful Odors of life arose

  All round the heavenly arches & the Odors rose singing this song

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  O terrible wine presses of Luvah O caverns of the Grave

  How lovely the delights of those risen again from death

  O trembling joy excess of joy is like Excess of grief

  So sang the Human Odors round the wine presses of Luvah

  But in the Wine presses is wailing terror & despair

  Forsaken of their Elements they vanish & are no more

  No more but a desire of Being a distracted ravening desire

  Desiring like the hungry worm & like the [silent] gaping grave

  They plunge into the Elements the Elements cast them forth

  10 Or else consume their shadowy semblance Yet they obstinate

  Tho pained to distraction Cry O let us Exist for


  This dreadful Non Existence is worse than pains of Eternal [death] Birth

  Eternal Death who can Endure. let us consume in fires

  In waters stifling or in air corroding or in earth shut up

  The Pangs of Eternal birth are better than the Pangs of Eternal Death

  How red the Sons & daughters of Luvah how they tread the Grapes

  Laughing & shouting drunk with odors many fall oerwearied

  Drownd in the wine is many a youth & maiden those around

  Lay them on skins of tygers or the spotted Leopard or wild Ass

  20 Till they revive or bury them in cool Grots making lamentation

  But in the Wine Presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor dance

  They howl & writhe in shoals of torment in fierce flames consuming

  In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires

  In pits & dens & shades of death in shapes of torment & woe

  The Plates the Screws [the nets] and Racks & Saws & cords & fires & floods

  The cruel joy of Luvahs daughters lacerating with knives

  And whip[s] their Victims & the deadly sports of Luvahs sons

  Timbrels & Violins sport round the Wine Presses The little Seed

  The Sportive root the Earthworm the small beetle the wise Emmet

  30 Dance round the Wine Presses of Luvah. the Centipede is there

  The ground Spider with many Eyes the Mole clothed in Velvet

  The Earwig armd the tender maggot emblem of Immortality

  The Slow Slug the grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks

  The winter comes he folds his slender bones without a murmur

  There is the Nettle that stings with soft down & there

  The indignant Thistle whose bitterness is bred in his milk

  And who lives on the contempt of his neighbour there all the idle weeds

  That creep about the obscure places shew their various limbs

  Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine Presses

  40 They Dance around the Dying & they Drink the howl & groan

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  They catch the Shrieks in cups of gold they hand them to one another

  These are the sports of love & these the sweet delights of amorous play

  Tears of the grapes the death sweat of the Cluster the last sigh

  Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah

  The Eternal Man darkend with Sorrow & a wintry mantle

  Coverd the Hills He said O Tharmas rise & O Urthona

  Then Tharmas & Urthona rose from the Golden feast satiated

  With Mirth & Joy Urthona limping from his fall on Tharmas leand

  In his right hand his hammer Tharmas held his Shepherds crook

  10 Beset with gold gold were the ornaments formd by sons of Urizen

  Then Enion & Ahania & Vala & the wife of Dark Urthona

  Rose from the feast in joy ascending to their Golden Looms

  There the wingd shuttle Sang the spindle & the distaff & the Reel

  Rang sweet the praise of industry. Thro all the golden rooms

  Heaven rang with winged Exultation All beneath howld loud

  With tenfold rout & desolation roard the Chasms beneath

  Where the wide woof flowd down & where the Nations are gatherd together

  Tharmas went down to the Wine presses & beheld the sons & daughters

  20 Of Luvah quite exhausted with the Labour & quite filld

  With new wine. that they began to torment one another and to tread

  The weak. Luvah & Vala slept on the floor o’erwearied

  Urthona calld his Sons around him Tharmas calld his sons

  Numrous. they took the wine they separated the Lees

  And Luvah was put for dung on the ground by the Sons of Tharmas & Urthona

  They formed heavens of sweetest wo[o]d[s] of gold & silver & ivory

  Of glass & precious stones They loaded all the waggons of heaven

  And took away the wine of ages with solemn songs & joy

  Luvah & Vala woke & all the sons & daughters of Luvah

  Awoke they wept to one another & they reascended

  30 To the Eternal Man in woe he cast them wailing into

  The world of shadows thro the air till winter is over & gone

  But the Human Wine stood wondering in all their delightful Expanses

  The Elements subside the heavens rolld on with vocal harmony

  Then Los who is Urthona rose in all his regenerate power

  The Sea that rolld & foamd with darkness & the shadows of death

  Vomited out & gave up all the floods lift up their hands

  Singing & shouting to the Man they bow their hoary heads

  And murmuring in their channels flow & circle round his feet

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  Then Dark Urthona took the Corn out of the Stores of Urizen

  He ground it in his rumbling Mills Terrible the distress

  Of all the Nations of Earth ground in the Mills of Urthona

  In his hand Tharmas takes the Storms. he turns the whirlwind Loose

  Upon the wheels the stormy seas howl at his dread command

  And Eddying fierce rejoice in the fierce agitation of the wheels

  Of Dark Urthona Thunders Earthquakes Fires Water floods

  Rejoice to one another loud their voices shake the Abyss

  Their dread forms tending the dire mills The grey hoar frost was there

  10 And his pale wife the aged Snow they watch over the fires

  They build the Ovens of Urthona Nature in darkness groans

  And Men are bound to sullen contemplations in the night

  Restless they turn on beds of sorrow. in their inmost brain

  Feeling the crushing Wheels they rise they write the bitter words

  Of Stern Philosophy & knead the bread of knowledge with tears & groans

  Such are the works of Dark Urthona Tharmas sifted the corn

  Urthona made the Bread of Ages & he placed it

  In golden & in silver baskets in heavens of precious stone

  And then took his repose in Winter in the night of Time

  20 The Sun has left his blackness & has found a fresher morning

  [Then] And the mild moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night

  And Man walks forth from midst of the fires the evil is all consumd

  His eyes behold the Angelic spheres arising night & day

  The stars consumd like a lamp blown out & in their stead behold

  The Expanding Eyes of Man behold the depths of wondrous worlds

  One Earth one sea beneath nor Erring Globes wander but Stars

  Of fire rise up nightly from the Ocean & one Sun

  Each morning like a New born Man issues with songs & Joy

  Calling the Plowman to his Labour & the Shepherd to his rest

  30 He walks upon the Eternal Mountains raising his heavenly voice

  Conversing with the Animal forms of wisdom night & day

  That risen from the Sea of fire renewd walk oer the Earth

  For Tharmas brought his flocks upon the hills & in the Vales

  Around the Eternal Mans bright tent the little Children play

  Among the wooly flocks The hammer of Urthona sounds

  In the deep caves beneath his limbs renewd his Lions roar

  Around the Furnaces & in the Evening sport upon the plains

  They raise their faces from the Earth conversing with the Man

  How is it we have walkd thro fires & yet are not consumd

  40 How is it that all things are changd even as in ancient times

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  The Sun arises from his dewy bed & the fresh airs

  Play in his smiling beams giving the seeds of life to grow

  And the fresh Earth beams forth ten thousand thousand springs of life

  Urthona is arisen in his strength no longer now

  Divided from Enitharmon no longer the Spectre Losr />
  Where is the Spectre of Prophecy where the delusive Phantom

  Departed & Urthona rises from the ruinous walls

  In all his ancient strength to form the golden armour of science

  For intellectual War The war of swords departed now

  10 The dark Religions are departed & sweet Science reigns

  End of The Dream

  Notes Written on the Pages of The Four Zoas

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  Christs Crucifix shall be made an excuse for Executing Criminals

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  Till thou dost injure the distrest

  Thou shalt never have peace within thy breast

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  The Christian Religion teaches that No Man is Indifferent to you but that every one is Either your friend or your enemy. he must necessarily be either the one or the other And that he will be equally profitable both ways if you treat him as he deserves

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  Unorganizd Innocence, An Impossibility

  Innocence dwells with Wisdom but never with Ignorance

  Additional Fragments

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  Beneath the veil of Vala rose Tharmas from dewy tears

  The [ancient] eternal man bowd his bright head & Urizen prince of light

  [Astonishd lookd from his bright Portals calling thus to Luvah O Luvah in the]

  Astonishd lookd from his bright portals. Luvah king of Love

  Awakend Vala. Ariston ran forth with bright? Onana

  And dark Urthona rouzd his shady bride from her deep den

  [Awaking from his stony slumber]

  Pitying they viewd the new born demon. for they could not love

  10 [?After their sin]

  Male formd the demon mild athletic force his shoulders spread

  And his bright feet firm as a brazen altar. but. the parts

  To love devoted. female, all astonishd stood the hosts

  Of heaven, while Tharmas with wingd speed flew to the sandy [ocean] shore

  He rested on the desart wild & on the raging sea

  He stood & stretchd his wings &c ––––

  With printless feet scorning the concave of the joyful sky

  Female her form bright as the summer but the parts of love

  Male & her brow radiant as day. darted a lovely scorn

  Tharmas beheld from his high rocks & ––––––

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  The ocean calm the clouds fold round & fiery flames of love

  Inwrap the immortal limbs struggling in terrific joy

  Not long thunders lightnings swift rendings & blasting winds

 

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