236: Does not the worm erect a pillar in the mouldering churchyard?
192: Folly is the cloak of knavery.
222: Tell me what is a thought, & of what gardens do joys grow?
196: The Apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; not the lion,
the horse, how he shall take his prey.
90: In the southern clime, where the summer’s prime. Never fades away;
Lovely Lyca lay.
40: So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
Lines mined from six William Blake poems. This poem curated by Selma
Image by SplitShire from Pixabay
Day Eleven Prompt
Thanks so much for reading, and happy national poetry writing month.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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Each of those lines is so powerful in their own right. Great choices, Selma!
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Aww, thanks, so much. 💗
Good selection Selma. Powerful lines.
Thanks, Sadje.
You’re welcome
All is powerful lines. Nice selection.
Thanks for thinking the lines powerful too, Raj. I bless you.
Thanks, Selma
Excellent choices, Selma.
Bill, so happy you liked my choices with this one. Thanks for writing together with me this month. I appreciate this so much. Have restful and wonderful weekend, dear friend. I bless you.
What an engaging creation, Selma! <3
William Blake made it easy to create this, dear Cheryl. Wish they were my words. Thanks for reading, and comenting such lovely words. I bless you. Have a wonderful weekend. xoxo
Really liked this line
In the southern clime, where the summer’s prime. Never fades away;
Lovely Lyca lay.
And the one about trees and animals (though I think you mean ‘nor the lion’)
Thanks for liking my contribution, dearest Dawn. Isn’t the line about Lovely Lyca Lay Lovely, I liked it too. All words borrowed as they appear in my book of William Blake poems. I cannot change his spelling. Thanks so much for reading and supporting my efforts, dear friend. I bless you. xoxo