To Tirzah

William Blake

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Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride,
Blow'd in the morn, in evening died;
But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.

Thou, Mother of my Mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my Heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my Nostrils, Eyes, & Ears:

Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay,
And me to Mortal Life betray.
The Death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

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  • lieselottecoggin

    WELL, I JUST READ THIS POEM BY WILLIAM BLAKE, AND I HAVE TO SAY, IT'S NOT MY FAVORITE. THE WORDS ARE THOUGHTFUL YET SORT OF DARK, ESPECIALLY "AND ME TO MORTAL LIFE BETRAY". I GUESS, ART IS SUBJECTIVE 😕 BUT IN MY OPINION, THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT IT THAT DOESN'T RESONATE WITH ME. NO HATES, JUST MY TWO CENTS! #WILLIAMBLAKE 🖋️

    • wxpelisabeth

      Revisited this after many years and "Thou, Mother of my Mortal part" stood out. Still, I didn't warm to it as a whole. 😕📖