Wednesday Poems.

I do not like the romantic poets. O prefer Seuss, who at least dislikes Green Eggs and Ham. Blake does not fit neatly into that group, being a little too concerned with the transcendent. He saw through the progressive, modernists project early.

He missed one thing. The Dark Satanic Mills were not the factory, but the socialist debasement of the institutions.

Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau:
Mock on, mock on: ‘tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again.

And every sand becomes a Gem,
Reflected in the beam divine;
Blown back they blind the mocking Eye,
But still in Israel’s paths they shine.

The Atoms of Democritus
And the Newton’s Particles of Light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.

William Blake

The Soviet experiment should have been a warning. In this time when the west is locking down over a milder version of COVID, the elite seem to consider it a manual.

"Don’t Pine Your Heart…"

Don’t pine your heart with fleeting worldly bliss,
Never be used to your sweet wife and house,
Take a last piece from your child’s dear mouth
To give to somebody, who needs.

And be a slave, submissive to a word
Of him, who was your foe – the sworn, rather,
And call a beast of wilderness your brother,
And wait for nothing from the Lord.

Anna Akhmatova, 1921
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January, 2002