Today, being rather busy, I can’t provide much commentary. Instead, I’ll be providing two short poems from William Blake’s “Songs of Experience”, hoping to make up for that. Both are excerpts, so be sure to click the citation links for the full versions. You may also want to read the rest of Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winters snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
In every cry of every man
In every infants cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear.