< Return to William Blake Poems The Chimney Sweeper (from “Songs of Innocence”) When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his […]
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“The Shepherd” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Shepherd How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he strays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs’ innocent call, And he hears the ewes’ tender reply; He is […]
“Introduction to the Songs of Innocence” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems Introduction to the Songs of Innocence Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry cheer, Piper pipe that song again— So I piped, […]
By Heart: ‘The Dandelion’ + New Keats Challenge
The king of August is the dandelion. Join author Megan Willome as she learns Vachel Lindsay’s poem “The Dandelion” by heart.
The Poetry Club Tea Date ✨ You Had Not Known
In this week’s Poetry Club Tea Date, enjoy a new poetry prompt started with a line from L.L. Barkat’s “You Had Not Known.”
A Ritual to Read to Each Other: Reading for Earth’s Sake
Join author Megan Willome as she plunges into Ted Chiang’s ‘The Great Silence,’ with a parrot as a guide, just in time for Poetic Earth Month.
Home Ed 101: Setting Up Your Home School Classroom
Due to school closures, many families are now faced with setting up school at home. So we’re offering Home Ed 101 to get you on your educational feet. Today’s edition is devoted to setting up your home school classroom. We invite you to ask any questions you might have!
Stairs & Ascensions: Lighthouse in New Jersey
For this month’s “Stairs and Ascensions” theme, enjoy this patron-only excerpt from L.L. Barkat’s beloved Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing.
The Writing Life: Somehow Beginnings
Callie Feyen reflects on coming to the place in our writing life where we are both ready and willing and can “somehow begin.”
Poetry Prompt: The five senses reading and writing poetry
Instead of asking whether you’ll succeed, what if you asked yourself, “Would I like to try?” It might lead to less worry and more play. And more poetry.
Poetry Prompt: Question Poems
Join Callie Feyen as she contemplates whether it is asking the question, or finding the answer that makes us strong. Then get poetic with a question of your own.
Smiles, Laughter & Joys: Humor Me Poetry Prompt
What happens when two authors who publish within days of each other find themselves celebrating at the same local hangout? Lots of laughter, thanks to great friends.
Poetry Prompt: Angry Poem Stacks
Join author Callie Feyen as she shares how editor L.L. Barkat helped her pay attention to her anger using the Jealous Poem Stacks model.
A Stanza of Poets, a Revision of Writers
In need of a little writerly procrastination? Join Sarah Elwell, along with the flock on Twitter, to name a few good writers with collective nouns.
“Night,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems Night The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy groves, […]
“The Clod and the Pebble,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The CLOD & the PEBBLE Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattles’ feet: But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled […]
“London,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems London I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames doth flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I […]
“The Tyger,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems 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 […]
“The Human Abstract,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Human Abstract Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we; And mutual fear brings peace; Till the selfish loves increase. Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care. […]
“The Lamb,” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Lamb Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o’er the mead: Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing; woolly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice: Little Lamb […]