William blake's work

Rationis somnia

What are your favourite William blake paintings / poems / quotes?

This hitted hard for me: “Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.
And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.”

Adonis

The Parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins.

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Kvothe

Tyger, Tyger burning bright in the forests of night

I like his depiction of Cain and Abel a lot. R (111).jpg

rudolf_steiner

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THE DEFILED SANCTUARY.
I Saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping. mourning, worshipping.

I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forced and forced and forced
Till he the golden hinges tore:

And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his shining length he drew,
Till upon the altar white

He vomited his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turned into a sty,
And laid me down among the swine.

Monade

There is no Natural Religion.
"less than
All cannot satisfy
Man."
Reminds me of Goethes Faust:
Daß ich erkenne, was die Welt. Im Innersten zusammenhält
So that I know what holds. the innermost world together.

gamblemaxxer

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's
I will not reason and compare: my business is to create

Norwegian Mugabe

The Ecchoing Green

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
‘Such, such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.’

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.

The New Sun

The Divine Image

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

JoseYamamoto

"The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.”