Blake

Who can stand?

 

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

William Blake - El mundo en un grano de arena

(Fragments from "Auguries of Innocence")

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

 And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, 

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

 And Eternity in an hour. 

 A Robin Redbreast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. 

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions. 

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate Predicts the ruin of the State. 

A Horse misus’d upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood. 

Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fiber from the Brain does tear.  

He who shall train the Horse to War Shall never pass the Polar Bar. 

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat. 

The Gnat that sings his Summer song  Poison gets from Slander’s tongue. 

The poison of the Snake and Newt Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.  

A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent. 

It is right it should be so; Man was made for Joy and Woe; 

And when this we rightly know Thro’ the World we safely go. 

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are Born. 

Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight. 

Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night.