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JERUSALEM
JERUSALEM
JERUSALEM
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The poem was inspired by the apocryphal story that a young Jesus, accompanied by his uncle Joseph of Arimathea, a tin merchant, travelled to what is now England and visited Glastonbury during the unknown years of Jesus. The legend is linked to an idea in the Book of Revelation describing a Second Coming, wherein Jesus establishes a new Jerusalem. The Christian Church in general, and the English Church in particular, has long used Jerusalem as a metaphor for Heaven, a place of universal love and peace. In the most common interpretation of the poem, Blake implies that a visit by Jesus would briefly create heaven in England, in contrast to the "dark Satanic Mills" of the Industrial Revolution. Blake's poem asks questions rather than asserting the historical truth of Christ's visit. Thus the poem merely implies that there may, or may not, have been a divine visit, when there was briefly heaven in England.
William Blake (1757 – 1827) was a British poet, painter, visionary mystic, and engraver, who illustrated and printed his own books. Blake proclaimed the supremacy of the imagination over the rationalism and materialism of the 18th-century. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of both the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age.
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Release dateDec 6, 2017
ISBN9788027236770
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William Blake

William Blake (1757–1827) was an English poet and artist and one of the most important members of the Romantic movement.

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    JERUSALEM - William Blake

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    [Written on the frontispiece, above the archway:]

    There is a Void, outside of Existence, which if enterd into Englobes itself & becomes a 

    Womb, such was Albions Couch A pleasant Shadow of Repose calld Albions lovely Land

    His Sublime & Pathos become Two Rocks fixd in the Earth 

    His Reason his Spectrous Power, covers them above

    Jerusalem his Emanation is a Stone laying beneath

    O [Albion behold Pitying] behold the Vision of Albion

    [Frontispiece, on the right side of the archway:]

    Half Friendship is the bitterest Enmity said Los

    As he enterd the Door of Death for Albions sake Inspired 

    The long sufferings of God are not for ever there is a Judgment

    [Frontispiece, on the left side of the archway, reversed:]

    Every Thing has its Vermin O Spectre of the Sleeping Dead!

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    After my three years slumber on the banks of the Ocean, I again display my Giant forms to the Public: My former Giants & Fairies having reciev’d the highest reward possible: the [love] and [friendship] of those with whom to be connected, is to be [blessed]: I cannot doubt that this more consolidated & extended Work, will be as kindly recieved. . . The Enthusiasm of the following Poem, the Author hopes [no Reader will think presumptuousness or arroganc[e] when he is reminded that the Ancients acknowledge their love to their Deities, to the full as Enthusiastically as I have who Acknowledge mine for my Saviour and Lord, for they were wholly absorb’d in their Gods.] I also hope the Reader will be with me, wholly One in Jesus our Lord, who is the God [of Fire] and Lord [of Love] to whom the Ancients look’d and saw his day afar off, with trembling & amazement.

    The Spirit of Jesus is continual forgiveness of Sin: he who waits to be righteous before he enters into the Saviours kingdom, the Divine Body; will never enter there. I am perhaps the most sinful of men! I pretend not to holiness! yet I pretend to love, to see, to converse with daily, as man with man, & the more to have an interest in the Friend of Sinners. Therefore

    [Dear] Reader, [forgive] what you do not approve, & [love] me for this energetic exertion of my talent.

    Reader! [lover] of books! [lover] of heaven,

    And of that God from whom [all books are given,]

    Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave

    To Man the wond’rous art of writing gave,

    Again he speaks in thunder and in fire!

    Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire:

    Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear,

    Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear.

    Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be:

    Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony

    Of the Measure, in which the following Poem is written. We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves, every thing is conducted by Spirits, no less than Digestion or Sleep. [to Note the last words of Jesus, GreekEdotha moi pasa exousia en ouranon kai epi ges/Greek] When this Verse was first dictated to me I consider’d a Monotonous Cadence like that used by Milton & Shakspeare & all writers of English Blank Verse, derived from the modern bondage of Rhyming; to be a necessary and indispensible part of Verse. But I soon found that in the mouth of a true Orator such monotony was not only awkward, but as much a bondage as rhyme itself. I therefore have produced a variety in every line, both of cadences & number of syllables. Every word and every letter is studied and put into its fit place: the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific parts—the mild & gentle, for the mild & gentle parts, and the prosaic, for inferior parts: all are necessary to each other. Poetry Fetter’d, Fetters the Human Race! Nations are Destroy’d, or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry Painting and Music, are Destroy’d or Flourish! The Primeval State of Man, was Wisdom, Art, and Science.

    Chap: 1

    Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through

    Eternal Death! and of the awaking to Eternal Life.

    This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev’ry morn 

    Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me 

    Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song.

    Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!

    I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:

    Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.

    In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey 

    A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!

    Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons, 

    Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters 

    Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend: 

    Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,

    Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [Where!!]

    Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem 

    From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?

    I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;

    Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:

    Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!

    Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!

    But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark; 

    [Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative]

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