Reely's Poetry Blog

I don't know a great many people who are fans of the English poet, William Blake, for any poem other than Tyger, Tyger. and maybe A Poison Tree.  Some of his poetry may strike one as a little maudlin, but not all:

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.

But however you may feel about his poetry ... his art is something else.

Check out some more of The Visual Art of William Blake at http://www.gailgastfield.com/blake3.html