Heaven in a flower and heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.
An instant becomes eternity, and eternity is in an hour.
This poem is a famous one in the English poet william blake's The Omen of Innocence, which has profound implications. Blake is the first important romantic poet in the history of English literature, but even in Britain, he has not received enough attention for a long time. It was not until the second half of19th century that this neglected poet became famous, and his influence far exceeded his time.
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On another level, or spiritual level, william blake is a sacred, fearless, simple man and a lonely prophet. Although Blake is now regarded as a great, unique and imaginative English poet, there is no doubt that we know too little about him, and there have been few translations and introductions to him at home and abroad for a long time.
William blake (1757—— 1827) is the most important poet in England. His main poems are Eternal Gospel, Songs of Innocence and Experience, Prophet, Vara or Four Gods, etc. He is the son of a businessman and lives at 28 Broad Street in London. Because I don't like the depressing atmosphere of orthodox schools, I have no formal education. He likes painting and poetry since childhood, showing extraordinary artistic talent. Later, for the sake of his family, he went to work in the engraving and printing workshop. Throughout his life, he made a living by painting and carving, at the same time engaged in poetry creation and published his own illustrations.
Blake saw religious scenes when he was four years old, and he often had unique experiences. He has seen trees covered with angels, seen ancient sages buried in Westminster Abbey and painted their portraits. He showed everything he saw in paintings and poems. People call him an incredible person who can see visions. He has double vision and can see through the hypocrisy of the visual world. Most people pay the same attention to things. Blake is familiar with spiritual power and knows that different things are related. He told people about his ability: "I don't look at things with external eyes, I just look at things through it, not rely on it." As early as childhood, his mysterious power has already appeared. Once he fell in the garden, and his mother picked him up and took him away. He shouted, "I see all the trees are covered with angels!" " Another time, someone asked him, "When the sun rises, do you see a ring of fire like a coin?" "William replied," ah! Yeah! I saw countless Tianshi Taoist companions singing "Holy, Holy, Holy". 』"
Most of his paintings show the characters he saw in silence, such as the illustrations he made for his poem Europe: A Prediction. It is said that when Blake lived in Lamberthz, he stood at the top of a staircase and saw a similar scene in the air. As can be seen from this picture, at the beginning of the chaos, a naked old man with white hair and beard was flying. He squatted in a circular object with yellow edge and red lining, stretched out his left hand and measured the darkness below with a huge compass. This mysterious old man is obviously the Lord God in the Bible. There is a saying of "wisdom" in the proverbs of the Old Testament, which can prove this. The composition and color of this painting have a wonderful mystery.
One night, Blake went to a friend's house. They talked about the universe, the vastness of the universe, the unspeakable and unmeasurable distance between planets, and how isolated the earth is in the universe. After listening for a while, Blake began to be silent. Suddenly, he shouted, "This is not right. One evening, I went to the end of the field and reached for the sky with my fingers. " . To be sure, the picture in Blake's mind is as real and powerful as it is now in front of him. One of his friends described an experience of visiting a poet like this: "One evening, I went to Black's house to find him, and he was sitting down with a brush and a drawing board, as if there was an unpleasant object next to him. Blake is about to draw a picture for him. He looked at the painting as if there really was a real person by his side. " Don't bother me. "He whispered," I have a guest sitting next to me. " "Sit next to you?" I asked in surprise, "where is he? "Who is he? I can't see it at all. " "But I saw him, sir." Blake replied haughtily, "There he is. His name is Noah. You may have read about him in the Bible. He is sitting and asking me to paint him. " .
As a sculpture artist and writer, Blake believes that he has a mission, that is, to help Britain establish a new social order based on love, which he calls "Jerusalem". He felt that he had to expose social mistakes, such as child labor and poverty, and workers only got poor wages. The only way is to let people know the value of spirituality, instead of just thinking about material benefits. "I have Buddhism to preach." He said: "I will not put down my great work to open people's immortal eyes and explore eternal work inward." Blake realized his mission through writing and painting, and the theme of his works was mainly justice. One of his poems, Milton, took him four years, including a hymn "Jerusalem". In his preface, he said that writing is only to remember with the ability of the apocalypse. He said: "I am remembering the information of the kingdom of heaven, day and night."
Blake is a prophet of imagination and a faithful recorder of experience. Blake's most quoted and recited poems, such as The Boy Cleaning the Chimney, The Nanny's Song, The Sick Rose and The Tiger, can all be regarded as a part of constructing Blake's "paradise prototype" and can be used to talk quietly with the "white gods" in friendly language. Although the world is low, Blake devoted himself to it with magnificent imagination and fighting capacity. Blake's contemporaries were puzzled not only by his unusual behavior and enthusiastic energy, but also by his profundity and respect. Obviously, Blake is not a writer who writes for the era of his material fate. Based on mysterious and unique experiences, he found refuge and belief leading to freedom and praise in "Paradise Poetry" by disturbing his senses to varying degrees. Perhaps this is the most important experience and value left by Blake. Blake's bold expressions of "the cry of roses" and "the truth is always hidden in the crazy twilight" have found us some mysterious experience paths extending from "the dark chimney" to "the rose paradise".
In the eyes of his contemporaries, william blake was an outstanding saint. Someone said, "Blake, you will never forget him." He is knowledgeable and has an extraordinary speech. Walking with him is to accept the soul of beauty ... He is a person without a mask and a unique person we have seen throughout our life journey. " It is such a simple man who silently made an inner journey beyond the dust in his unknown life and reached the core of the human spirit and the depths of the suffering of the times.
Blake sang the beauty of the four seasons, recited the splendor of natural scenery such as dim stars, dawn, hills and dawn, and explored eternal artistic themes such as death and love, youth and fate. His poems are fresh and natural, with sincere feelings and unique charm. For example, he wrote in some poems that "life is as fragile as a flower/terrible death takes back your cruel hand/do you want him to dress up your terrible sideburns?" "And every time I come to that sweet and lovely village/where my black-eyed girl sleeps under that night/there is an extraordinary flame/burning in my soul, which arouses my singing." These poems are strange and charming.
Blake's strong sense of inspiration, artist's talent and rich life experience make his poems have obvious prophetic, religious, philosophical and artistic characteristics. He has made great contributions to English poetry, and his poems are mysterious, religious and symbolic. He left us with a unique image/kloc-the most important poems of the 8th century, Marriage between Heaven and Hell and Song of Innocence and Experience. If the former is for those who continue to teach after marriage, then the latter is more a New Year's book for primary school students or a golden luminous toy given by Santa Claus. Blake built the top floor of the grand and solemn church in our world, where the proverbs of ideal and reality sparkled, reminding us of the purity and solemnity of the Virgin Mary from time to time. He ignored the traditional religion that imprisoned his thoughts. In Marriage between Heaven and Hell, he predicted that the combination of heaven and hell would become an ideal world. Therefore, he praised the vibrant beauty of the body and Satan, who represents power, and thought that "power is the only life, which comes from the body, and reason is the boundary between power and foreign countries." Strength is eternal happiness. "This is tantamount to a revolution in the field of spiritual values. His poems are the Bible of spiritual revolution. He, the author who has seen God and angels, has become a prophet of modern spirit. The tiger image of "burning in the forest at night" is his spiritual portrait and the crystallization of strength and beauty.
Blake was not only a lyric nightingale in that dark age, but more importantly, he was an enlightener, explorer and revolutionary who went deep into the human soul. Instead of indulging in psychological and emotional exaggeration and excessive catharsis, his poems directly appeal to the mystery of the universe and the truth of the soul, trying to get rid of the reality of life that binds spiritual freedom. Song of Innocence and Song of Experience show two opposing states of human soul. Song of Innocence reveals the original true dimension of human spirit, and Blake said that "childish smile is his true face". Babies in the cradle, children playing freely, and wandering shepherds are all the same, true, happy, beautiful and free. They are integrated with nature, regardless of each other, and are in an unpolluted state. For example, at the beginning of creation, there was transcendence and mystery everywhere, as if the light from the depths of the universe was projected without hindrance. Song of Experience is a picture in which the soul is alienated. The true spirit and experience reality of human beings are divided and conflicted with each other. Jealousy and selfishness bind girls' joy and dawn with the night, bind free love with slavery and oppression, and spread suffering and resentment on the earth with poverty and injustice. In this painful mental state, Blake witnessed the suffering of the times. The poem "London" describes the tragic life scene of his time. "Every street I walk through/the Thames that flows nearby/every trace on my face/shows weakness and sadness. /In everyone's every call,/In every baby's frightened cry/In a snap of the fingers, in a ban,/I heard the knocking of mental shackles "; This is a living hell scene.
In this world, "every night, every morning, people are born for pain." He experienced the pain of value subversion. Love is regarded as a sin, beauty is regarded as a transaction, souls can be bought and sold, babies are exchanged for gold coins, and young people are taken to slaughterhouses. The poet was deeply saddened by this. "Watching love and beauty suffer/I am full of sympathy/watching them wither in blazing fire and insatiable desire/mine. In the depths of suffering, the poet desperately calls for freedom and looks for love. He said, "Look for love in sympathy with others' pain/comfort others' sadness/in the snow in the night and winter/between the honest and the abandoned-find love there" because "sweet love is the comforter of the night", only tears of love can melt steel and swords, and make every wound and trauma demobilized; Only love can make people yearn for freedom, joy and beauty, and free them from endless pain. In this way, he despised all the cruelty and injustice in the world. " I laughed at the creaking old chains, and my body laughed at the torture. "He is willing to break the old values and bear all the pain to defend beauty and fight for freedom. He said, "I went to the beautiful rose tree/I took care of him day and night/but she turned away in confusion/her thorns became my only pleasure." He said, "I was born a slave, but I want to be free. In his mind, he is constantly fighting for a beautiful new world that is predicted to appear soon.
Blake's wife Catherine once said, "I'm just a rare companion of Mr. Blake. He will always be in heaven." She has great respect for Blake, who called her "a sweet shadow of her own happiness." Blake died at the age of 70. He once said, "The grave is the golden gate of heaven." A few days before his death, he was still working, "using the last few shillings to buy a carbon pen", and after painting the last picture, he put it down and said, "I have tried my best." On his deathbed, a friend next to him wrote: "He died at six o'clock on Sunday night, and his expression was extremely solemn. He said that he would go to the country he wanted to go to all his life. Just before he died, his face was beautiful, his eyes were shining, and he sang everything he saw in heaven. "
Black was unknown before his death and was left out in the cold for a long time after his death. It was not until the middle of19th century that Ye Zhi and others re-edited his poems, and people were surprised by his naivety and profundity, and rediscovered the master, and his works became hot spots day by day. The transcendence, primitiveness, dreaminess and the pursuit of strength and beauty of Blake's poems have had a far-reaching influence on later poets such as Wordsworth. Blake has never been appreciated by the government or the public in his life In the eyes of people at that time, he was an anti-rationalist, a visionary and a mystic, a man far from the secular and a paranoid, and his works were not taken seriously. Then his letters and notes were published, and his apocalyptic paintings gradually became popular, so the position of poet and painter Blake was undoubtedly established. Up to now, many critics rank Blake as one of the greatest poets in the history of English literature, along with Shakespeare and Wordsworth. His paintings have opened up a new way to emphasize spiritual strength rather than form. Known as "one of the most important figures in British art", the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge University has opened a special museum with a very rich collection for Blake. Cambridge University will have a course on black studies. Blake's achievements and charm can be seen from this. As a domestic scholar asserted, for the latecomers, Blake is inexhaustible-starting with ideas, symbols and myths, or starting with the art of poetry or painting. For such a unique poet and his poems, it may be a more appropriate choice to concentrate on reading with awe.
Blake is also a painter and sculptor. One side of his art influences the other. He carved the illustrations of poems and paintings on a copper plate by the method he invented, and then printed and colored the pages with this copper plate. Reading Blake's works carefully, we can find that they are a whole composed of images and texts. Words are not only used to illustrate pictures, and pictures are not only used to express the original text. Besides writing and painting, Blake often paints other people's poems. A painting called "Pity" is his illustration for the seventh place in the first act of Shakespeare's famous play Macbeth. Macbeth was full of hesitation and contradiction when he was about to kill the king and seize the throne. He said: "pity is like a naked newborn floating in the wind, just like a baby resisting the air." It will expose this hateful behavior to everyone's eyes and let tears drown out the wind. " Blake conceived a mythical scene here: in the middle of the night, a sympathetic figure "Pity" rode an elegant white horse "Taixu Messenger" silently across the night sky. On the earth lies a mother who has just given birth. She is too weak to take care of the newborn baby. Bend down with pity and concern and welcome new life with open arms. And this young but energetic newborn jumped from Mother Earth and threw herself into the arms of "pity". Behind the "pity", there is a messenger of the night, flying with open arms and silently crossing the night sky. The whole picture is so quiet and deep, full of mystery and broad tolerance for the night. Endless nights cover countless sins, misfortunes, joys, sorrows, life and death, Gentle and ferocious .............................................................................................................................................. Blake's The poem "At the End of the Wasteland, Fingers Can Touch the Sky" inspired Spanish painters greco and Dali, who expressed their recognition and praise for this18th century greatest poet with their own genius. Now william blake's paintings are called national treasures in Britain and kept in the National Museum.
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I accidentally thought of this poem and felt deeply. I excerpted Blake's life. Genius is always lonely.
William blake-the harbinger of innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand,
There is a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
Eternity will melt in an hour.
A robin in a cage
Let the whole heaven fall into anger.
A loft full of pigeons and pigeons.
The whole area is shaking.
A dog stared at the master's door.
It indicates the destruction of the country.
A horse was misused on the road.
Call for human blood to heaven.
Every cry of the hunted hare
The fibers in the brain will tear.
A lark with a broken wing,
An angel stopped singing.
Cockfighting ready for battle
Will the rising sun be afraid?
The howl of every wolf and lion
Awaken a person's soul from hell.
Wild deer wander around,
Keep the human soul away from worry.
Misus the lamb will breed public conflicts,
But forgave the butcher knife.
Bats passing by at dusk
Has left the brain that will not believe.
Owl calling for the night
Spoke the fears of unbelievers.
Who would hurt a little wren?
Will never be loved by men.
The man who angered the cow has gone.
Will never be loved by women.
A dissolute boy who kills flies
Will feel the hostility of spiders.
A person who tortures scarab elves
Weave a gazebo in endless nights.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeat your mother's sadness to you.
Don't kill moths and butterflies,
Because the final judgment is near.
Who will train horses to fight?
Never get past the polar bar.
Beggars' dogs and widows' cats,
Feed them and you will get fat.
Little insects singing summer songs
Poison comes from a slanderous tongue.
The venom of snakes and salamanders.
It's the sweat of jealous feet.
Bee toxin
It is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robe and the beggar's rags
There are poisonous bacteria on the miser's bag.
The truth told with malicious intent.
Better than all the lies you can make up.
This is right, it should be;
People are born for happiness and sadness;
When we realize this correctly,
We crossed the world safely.
Joy and sadness are well woven,
The clothes of the holy soul.
Under every sadness and haggard
Bring joy with a silky string.
A baby is not just a belt in its infancy;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear in every eye
Become an eternal baby;
This was captured by a clever female,
Return to its own happiness.
Baa baa, growl, growl,
It's the waves that beat the coast of heaven.
A baby crying down there
Write revenge in the field of death.
Beggar's rags, fluttering in the air,
Will tear the sky to pieces.
Soldiers, armed with swords and guns,
Paralysis attacked the summer sun.
The poor man is worthless.
More than all the gold on the coast of Africa.
Twist a coin out of the director's hand.
Land that will buy and sell misers;
Or, if protected,
The whole country is buying and selling
A person who laughs at baby beliefs.
Will be laughed at in old age and death.
Who should teach children to doubt?
Rotting graves will never come out.
A person who respects the baby's beliefs.
Defeated hell and death.
Children's toys and old people's reasons
It is the fruit of two seasons.
The questioner, sitting so sly,
I will never know how to answer.
One who answers questions.
Put out the light of knowledge.
The strongest poison known.
From Caesar's laurel.
Nothing can transform human beings.
It's like an iron bracket of armor.
When gold and precious stones decorate the plow,
The art of peace should envy bowing.
A riddle, or the cry of a cricket,
Is to doubt an appropriate answer.
Emmett's inches and eagle's miles.
Make lame philosophy smile.
People who doubt what they see.
Never believe, do what you want.
If the sun and the moon doubt,
They will go out at once.
Passion is something you can do,
But if you have passion in your heart, that's not good.
Prostitutes and gamblers, by the state
Permission to build the destiny of that country.
Prostitutes peddle in the street.
Will weave rolls of old England.
The cry of the winner, the curse of the loser,
Dancing in front of the dead English hearse.
Every night and every morning
Some unfortunate people were born,
Every morning and evening.
Some people are born sweet and happy.
Some people are born sweet and happy,
Some people are born for endless nights.
We are led to believe lies.
When we don't look through our eyes,
Born overnight, destroyed overnight,
When the soul sleeps in the light beam.
God appeared, and God was light.
For those poor souls who live at night;
But will a human figure show it?
For those who live in the daytime