Poem – The Book Of Urizen

William Blake 28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827  London

William Blake
28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 London

Chapter Viii

  1. Urizen explor’d his dens
    Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
    With a globe of fire lighting his journey
    A fearful journey, annoy’d
    By cruel enormities: forms
    Of life on his forsaken mountains

  2. And his world teemd vast enormities
    Frightning; faithless; fawning
    Portions of life; similitudes
    Of a foot, or a hand, or a head
    Or a heart, or an eye, they swam mischevous
    Dread terrors! delighting in blood

  3. Most Urizen sicken’d to see
    His eternal creations appear
    Sons & daughters of sorrow on mountains
    Weeping! wailing! first Thiriel appear’d
    Astonish’d at his own existence
    Like a man from a cloud born, & Utha
    From the waters emerging, laments!
    Grodna rent the deep earth howling
    Amaz’d! his heavens immense cracks
    Like the ground parch’d with heat; then Fuzon
    Flam’d out! first begotten, last born.
    All his eternal sons in like manner
    His daughters from green herbs & cattle
    From monsters, & worms of the pit.

  4. He in darkness clos’d, view’d all his race,
    And his soul sicken’d! he curs’d
    Both sons & daughters; for he saw
    That no flesh nor spirit could keep
    His iron laws one moment.

  5. For he saw that life liv’d upon death
    The Ox in the slaughter house moans
    The Dog at the wintry door
    And he wept, & he called it Pity
    And his tears flowed down on the winds

  6. Cold he wander’d on high, over their cities
    In weeping & pain & woe!
    And where-ever he wanderd in sorrows
    Upon the aged heavens
    A cold shadow follow’d behind him
    Like a spiders web, moist, cold, & dim
    Drawing out from his sorrowing soul
    The dungeon-like heaven dividing.
    Where ever the footsteps of Urizen
    Walk’d over the cities in sorrow.

  7. Till a Web dark & cold, throughout all
    The tormented element stretch’d
    From the sorrows of Urizens soul
    And the Web is a Female in embrio
    None could break the Web, no wings of fire.

  8. So twisted the cords, & so knotted
    The meshes: twisted like to the human brain

  9. And all calld it, The Net of Religion

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