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A rich selection of the work of a genius by a great critic,
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This review is from: Selected Poetry and Prose of William Blake (Paperback)
Northrop Frye one of the great Blake critics presents a selection of the master's work. He also writes a very good introduction. The work contains selections of Blake's lyrics,(Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience)his minor prophecies, his major prophecies ,(The Four Zoas, Milton, Jerusalem) his letters, later works, marginalia.
In the introduction Frye says " Much of Blake's poetry is for the common reader, and will not mislead him. The lyrics speak for themselves: they may contain great riches of meaning, but still what the attentive and sympathetic reader thinks they mean is basically what they do mean.It is no so with the " Prophecies" where commentaries can save one a good deal of time."...... "The central conception in Blake's thought might be expressed somewhat as follows: the imagination turns nature inside out "Where man is not, nature is barren." said Blake, and by" nature" he meant the world as say, it would have appeared to a single intelligence at the beginning of human life....." "Works of art are, if we like, 'imitated' from nature; but their function is not to reproduce nature at second hand, but to give nature the form of civilized human intelligence." It is impossible to resist citing a few Blake lyrics just for the joy of seeing and hearing them again. The Lilly The modest Rose puts forth a thorn The humble Sheep a threat'ning horn; While the Lily white shall in Love delight, Nor a thorn, nor a threat, stain her beauty bright. The Tyger Tyger! Tyger burning bright in the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when they heart begin to beat What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? inwhat furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grap Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger!Tyger!burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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