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The Complete Poems

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by William Blake


  And build this Babylon & sacrifice in secret Groves,

  Among the Gods of Asia: among the fountains of pitch & nitre

  Therefore thy Mountains are become barren Jerusalem!

  Thy Valleys, Plains of burning sand, thy Rivers: waters of death

  Thy Villages die of the Famine and thy Cities

  Beg bread from house to house, lovely Jerusalem

  Why wilt thou deface thy beauty & the beauty of thy little-ones

  30 To please thy Idols, in the pretended chastities of Uncircumcision[?]

  Thy Sons are lovelier than Egypt or Assyria; wherefore

  Dost thou blacken their beauty by a Secluded place of rest,

  And a peculiar Tabernacle, to cut the integuments of beauty

  Into veils of tears and sorrows O lovely Jerusalem!

  They have perswaded thee to this, therefore their end shall come

  And I will lead thee thro the Wilderness in shadow of my cloud

  And in my love I will lead thee, lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion.

  This is the Song of the Lamb, sung by Slaves in evening time.

  But Jerusalem faintly saw him, closd in the Dungeons of Babylon

  40 Her Form was held by Beulahs Daughters, but all within unseen

  She sat at the Mills, her hair unbound her feet naked

  Cut with the flints: her tears run down, her reason grows like

  The Wheel of Hand, incessant turning day & night without rest

  Insane she raves upon the winds hoarse, inarticulate:

  All night Vala hears, she triumphs in pride of holiness

  To see Jerusalem deface her lineaments with bitter blows

  Of despair, while the Satanic Holiness triumphd in Vala

  In a Religion of Chastity & Uncircumcised Selfishness

  Both of the Head & Heart & Loins, closd up in Moral Pride.

  50 But the Divine Lamb stood beside Jerusalem, oft she saw

  The lineaments Divine & oft the Voice heard, & oft she said:

  O Lord & Saviour, have the Gods of the Heathen pierced thee?

  Or hast thou been pierced in the House of thy Friends?

  Art thou alive! & livest thou for-evermore? or art thou

  Not: but a delusive shadow, a thought that liveth not.

  Babel mocks saying, there is no God nor Son of God

  That thou O Human Imagination, O Divine Body art all

  A delusion. but I know thee O Lord when thou arisest upon

  My weary eyes even in this dungeon & this iron mill.

  60 The Stars of Albion cruel rise; thou bindest to sweet influences:

  For thou also sufferest with me altho I behold thee not:

  And altho I sin & blaspheme thy holy name, thou pitiest me:

  Because thou knowest I am deluded by the turning mills,

  And by these visions of pity & love because of Albions death.

  Thus spake Jerusalem, & thus the Divine Voice replied.

  Mild Shade of Man, pitiest thou these Visions of terror & woe!

  Give forth thy pity & love, fear not! lo I am with thee always.

  Only believe in me that I have power to raise from death

  Thy Brother who Sleepeth in Albion: fear not trembling Shade

  PLATE 61

  Behold: in the Visions of Elohim Jehovah, behold Joseph & Mary

  And be comforted O Jerusalem in the Visions of Jehovah Elohim

  She looked & saw Joseph the Carpenter in Nazareth & Mary

  His espoused Wife. And Mary said, If thou put me away from thee

  Dost thou not murder me? Joseph spoke in anger & fury. Should I

  Marry a Harlot & an Adulteress? Mary answerd. Art thou more pure

  Than thy Maker who forgiveth Sins & calls again Her that is Lost

  Tho She hates, he calls her again in love. I love my dear Joseph

  But he driveth me away from his presence, yet I hear the voice of God

  10 In the voice of my Husband, tho he is angry for a moment, he will not

  Utterly cast me away, if I were pure, never could I taste the sweets

  Of the Forgive[ne]ss of Sins: if I were holy: I never could behold the tears

  Of love! of him who loves me in the midst of his anger in furnace of fire.

  Ah my Mary: said Joseph: weeping over & embracing her closely in

  His arms: Doth he forgive Jerusalem & not exact Purity from her who is

  Polluted. I heard his voice in my sleep & his Angel in my dream:

  Saying, Doth Jehovah Forgive a Debt only on condition that it shall

  Be Payed? Doth he Forgive Pollution only on conditions of Purity

  That Debt is not Forgiven! That Pollution is not Forgiven

  20 Such is the Forgiveness of the Gods, the Moral Virtues of the

  Heathen, whose tender Mercies are Cruelty. But Jehovahs Salvation

  Is without Money & without Price, in the Continual Forgiveness of Sins

  In the Perpetual Mutual Sacrifice in Great Eternity! for behold!

  There is none that liveth & Sinneth not! And this is the Covenant

  Of Jehovah: If you Forgive one-another, so shall Jehovah Forgive You:

  That He Himself may Dwell among You. Fear not then to take

  To thee Mary thy Wife, for she is with Child by the Holy Ghost

  Then Mary burst forth into a Song! she flowed like a River of

  Many Streams in the arms of Joseph & gave forth her tears of joy

  30 Like many waters, and Emanating into gardens & palaces upon

  Euphrates & to forests & floods & animals wild & tame from

  Gihon to Hiddekel, & to corn fields & villages & inhabitants

  Upon Pison & Arnon & Jordan. And I heard the voice among

  The Reapers Saying, Am I Jerusalem the lost Adulteress? or am I

  Babylon come up to Jerusalem? And another voice answerd Saying

  Does the voice of my Lord call me again? am I pure thro his Mercy

  And Pity. Am I become lovely as a Virgin in his sight who am

  Indeed a Harlot drunken with the Sacrifice of Idols does he

  Call her pure as he did in the days of her Infancy when She

  40 Was cast out to the loathing of her person. The Chaldean took

  Me from my Cradle. The Amalekite stole me away upon his Camels

  Before I had ever beheld with love the Face of Jehovah: or known

  That there was a God of Mercy: O Mercy O Divine Humanity!

  O Forgiveness & Pity & Compassion! If I were Pure I should never

  Have known Thee; If I were Unpolluted I should never have

  Glorified thy Holiness, or rejoiced in thy great Salvation.

  Mary leaned her side against Jerusalem. Jerusalem recieved

  The Infant into her hands in the Visions of Jehovah. Times passed on

  Jerusalem fainted over the Cross & Sepulcher She heard the voice

  50 Wilt thou make Rome thy Patriarch Druid & the Kings of Europe his

  Horsemen? Man in the Resurrection changes his Sexual Garments at will

  Every Harlot was once a Virgin: every Criminal an Infant Love:

  PLATE 62

  Repose on me till the morning of the Grave. I am thy life.

  Jerusalem replied. I am an outcast: Albion is dead!

  I am left to the trampling foot & the spurning heel!

  A Harlot I am calld. I am sold from street to street!

  I am defaced with blows & with the dirt of the Prison!

  And wilt thou become my Husband O my Lord & Saviour?

  Shall Vala bring thee forth! shall the Chaste be ashamed also?

  I see the Maternal Line, I behold the Seed of the Woman!

  Cainah, & Ada & Zillah & Naamah Wife of Noah.

  10 Shuahs daughter & Tamar & Rahab the Canaanites:

  Ruth the Moabite & Bathsheba of the daughters of Heth

  Naamah the Ammonite, Zibeah the Philistine, & Mary

  These are the Daughters of Vala, Mother of the Body of
death

  But I thy Magdalen behold thy Spiritual Risen Body

  Shall Albion arise? I know he shall arise at the Last Day!

  I know that in my flesh I shall see God: but Emanations

  Are weak. they know not whence they are, nor whither tend.

  Jesus replied. I am the Resurrection & the Life.

  I Die & pass the limits of possibility, as it appears

  20 To individual perception. Luvah must be Created

  And Vala; for I cannot leave them in the gnawing Grave.

  But will prepare a way for my banished-ones to return

  Come now with me into the villages, walk thro all the cities.

  Tho thou art taken to prison & judgment, starved in the streets

  I will command the cloud to give thee food & the hard rock

  To flow with milk & wine, tho thou seest me not a season

  Even a long season & a hard journey & a howling wilderness:

  Tho Valas cloud hide thee & Luvahs fires follow thee:

  Only believe & trust in me, Lo. I am always with thee:

  30 So spoke the Lamb of God while Luvahs Cloud reddening above

  Burst forth in streams of blood upon the heavens & dark night

  Involvd Jerusalem, & the Wheels of Albions Sons turnd hoarse

  Over the Mountains & the fires blaz’d on Druid Altars

  And the Sun set in Tyburns Brook where Victims howl & cry.

  But Los beheld the Divine Vision among the flames of the Furnaces

  Therefore he lived & breathed in hope. but his tears fell incessant

  Because his Children were closd from him apart: & Enitharmon

  Dividing in fierce pain: also the Vision of God was closd in clouds

  Of Albions Spectres, that Los in despair oft sat, & often ponderd

  40 On Death Eternal in fierce shudders upon the mountains of Albion

  Walking: & in the vales in howlings fierce, then to his Anvils

  Turning, anew began his labours, tho in terrible pains:

  PLATE 63

  Jehovah stood among the Druids in the Valley of Annandale

  When the Four Zoas of Albion, the Four Living Creatures, the Cherubim

  Of Albion tremble before the Spectre, in the starry Harness of the Plow

  Of Nations. And their Names are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona

  Luvah slew Tharmas the Angel of the Tongue & Albion brought him

  To Justice in his own City of Paris, denying the Resurrection

  Then Vala the Wife of Albion, who is the Daughter of Luvah

  Took vengeance Twelve-fold among the Chaotic Rocks of the Druids

  Where the Human Victims howl to the Moon & Thor & Friga

  10 Dance the dance of death contending with Jehovah among the Cherubim.

  The Chariot Wheels filled with Eyes rage along the howling Valley

  In the Dividing of Reuben & Benjamin bleeding from Chesters River

  The Giants & the Witches & the Ghosts of Albion dance with

  Thor & Friga, & the Fairies lead the Moon along the Valley of Cherubim

  Bleeding in torrents from Mountain to Mountain, a lovely Victim

  And Jehovah stood in the Gates of the Victim, & he appeared

  A weeping Infant in the Gates of Birth in the midst of Heaven

  The Cities & Villages of Albion became Rock & Sand Unhumanized

  The Druid Sons of Albion & the Heavens a Void around unfathomable

  20 No Human Form but Sexual & a little weeping Infant pale reflected

  Multitudinous in the Looking Glass of Enitharmon, on all sides

  Around in the clouds of the Female, on Albions Cliflfs of the Dead

  Such the appearance in Cheviot: in the Divisions of Reuben

  When the Cherubim hid their heads under their wings in deep slumbers

  When the Druids demanded Chastity from Woman & all was lost.

  How can the Female be Chaste O thou stupid Druid Cried Los

  Without the Forgiveness of Sins in the merciful clouds Of Jehovah

  And without the Baptism of Repentance to wash away Calumnies, and

  The Accusations of Sin that each may be Pure in their Neighbours sight

  30 O when shall Jehovah give us Victims from his Flocks & Herds

  Instead of Human Victims by the Daughters of Albion &Canaan

  Then laugh’d Gwendolen & her laughter shook the Nations & Familys of

  The Dead beneath Beulah from Tyburn to Golgotha, and from

  Ireland to Japan, furious her Lions & Tygers & Wolves sport before

  Los on the Thames & Medway, London & Canterbury groan in pain

  Los knew not yet what was done: he thought it was all in Vision

  In Visions of the Dreams of Beulah among the Daughters of Albion

  Therefore the Murder was put apart in the Looking-Glass of Enitharmon

  He saw in Vala’s hand the Druid Knife of Revenge & the Poison Cup

  40 Of Jealousy, and thought it a Poetic Vision of the Atmospheres

  Till Canaan rolld apart from Albion across the Rhine: along the Danube

  And all the Land of Canaan suspended over the Valley of Cheviot

  From Bashan to Tyre & from Troy to Gaza of the Amalekite

  And Reuben fled with his head downwards among the Caverns

  PLATE 64

  Of the Mundane Shell which froze on all sides round Canaan on

  The vast Expanse: where the Daughters of Albion Weave the Web

  Of Ages & Generations, folding & unfolding it, like a Veil of Cherubim

  And sometimes it touches the Earths summits, & sometimes spreads

  Abroad into the Indefinite Spectre, who is the Rational Power.

  Then All the Daughters of Albion became One before Los: even Vala!

  And she put forth her hand upon the Looms in dreadful howlings

  Till she vegetated into a hungry Stomach & a devouring Tongue.

  Her Hand is a Court of Justice, her Feet: two Armies in Battle

  10 Storms & Pestilence: in her Locks: & in her Loins Earthquake,

  And Fire, & the Ruin of Cities & Nations & Families & Tongues

  She cries: The Human is but a Worm, & thou O Male: Thou art

  Thyself Female, a Male: a breeder of Seed: a Son & Husband: & Lo,

  The Human Divine is Womans Shadow, a Vapor in the summers heat

  Go assume Papal dignity thou Spectre, thou Male Harlot: Arthur

  Divide into the Kings of Europe in times remote O Woman-born

  And Woman-nourishd & Woman-educated & Woman-scorn’d:

  Wherefore art thou living? said Los, & Man cannot live in thy presence

  Art thou Vala the Wife of Albion O thou lovely Daughter of Luvah

  20 All Quarrels arise from Reasoning, the secret Murder, and

  The violent Man-slaughter, these are the Spectres double Cave

  The Sexual Death living on accusation of Sin & Judgment

  To freeze Love & Innocence into the gold & silver of the Merchant

  Without Forgiveness of Sin Love is Itself Eternal Death.

  Then the Spectre drew Vala into his bosom magnificent terrific

  Glittering with precious stones & gold, with Garments of blood & fire[.]

  He wept in deadly wrath of the Spectre, in self-contradicting agony

  Crimson with Wrath & green with Jealousy dazling with Love

  And Jealousy immingled & the purple of the violet darkend deep

  30 Over the Plow of Nations thundring in the hand of Albions Spectre

  A dark Hermaphrodite they stood frowning upon Londons River

  And the Distaff & Spindle in the hands of Vala with the Flax of

  Human Miseries turnd fierce with the Lives of Men along the Valley

  As Reuben fled before the Daughters of Albion Taxing the Nations

  Derby Peak yawnd a horrid Chasm at the Cries of Gwendolen, & at

  The stamping feet of Ragan upon the flaming Treddles of her Loom

  T
hat drop with crimson gore with the Loves of Albion & Canaan

  Opening along the Valley of Rephaim, weaving over the Caves of Machpelah

  PLATE 65

  To decide Two Worlds with a great decision: a World of Mercy, and

  A World of Justice: the World of Mercy for Salvation

  To cast Luvah into the Wrath, and Albion into the Pity

  In the Two Contraries of Humanity & in the Four Regions.

  For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,

  They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives:

  They cast the lots into the helmet: they give the oath of blood in Lambeth

  They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:

  They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots

  10 To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation

  The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!

  Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow, the loom

  The hammer & the chisel, & the rule & compasses; from London fleeing

  They forg’d the sword on Cheviot, the chariot of war & the battle-ax,

  The trumpet fitted to mortal battle, & the flute of summer in Annandale

  And all the Arts of Life. they changd into the Arts of Death in Albion.

  The hour-glass contemnd because its simple workmanship,

  Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel,

  That raises water into cisterns: broken & burnd with fire:

  20 Because its workmanship, was like the workmanship of the shepherd.

  And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel:

  To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion.

  Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind

  And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious task:

  Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom

  In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread:

  In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All,

  And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life.

  Now: now the battle rages round thy tender limbs O Vala,

  30 Now smile among thy bitter tears: now put on all thy beauty

  Is not the wound of the sword sweet! & the broken bone delightful?

  Wilt thou now smile among the scythes when the wounded groan in the field[?]

  We were carried away in thousands from London; & in tens

  Of thousands from Westminster & Marybone in ships closd up:

 

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