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William Blake“Thought alone can make monsters,” wrote the visionary poet and artist William Blake (1757-1827). Judging by the poem featured here, it can also make mush.Old Age in His AilingA little flower grew in a lonely ValeIts form was lovely but its colours pale. One standing in the Porches of the Sun When his Meridian Glories were begun Leaped from the steps of fire and on the grass Alighted where this little Flower was. With hands divine he moved the gentle Sod And took the Flower up in its native clod Then planting it upon a Mountain’s brow. “Tis your own fault if you don’t flourish now."  ——Back to Dreck Contents—— |
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