I've always liked this poem.

May 26, 2014 at 8:45 AM

beautiful:'0

May 26, 2014 at 9:27 AM

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

May 26, 2014 at 9:36 AM

Beautiful...you definitely don't drown in mediocrity. Thanks so much for stopping my blog tour.

May 26, 2014 at 11:18 AM

don't get it, how does a tyger burn bright and what is a tyger? tiger?

May 26, 2014 at 11:20 AM

I liked the music in this

May 26, 2014 at 11:48 AM

I like this piece by Blake . . . many influences of him in Dublin which I remember especially from one of our visits.

May 26, 2014 at 12:02 PM

"Days are dark as deepest night" - love that! I love the quote that sparked the poem too - well done.

May 26, 2014 at 12:17 PM

I like this poem :)

May 26, 2014 at 12:20 PM

Mediocrity can have advantages over Vogon poems.. but yours are neither... anyone referring to Blake win in my book.

May 26, 2014 at 1:22 PM

Sounds like Alaska in the winter. :-)

Have a great week, Gail. hearts;

May 26, 2014 at 4:15 PM

Blake describes well days that we all have drowned in.

May 26, 2014 at 5:31 PM

I am only vaguely familiar with the first sentence, but am intrigued by what you added to it. Being a Dutch person, I have not read Blake's poetry, but I am interested now. But what you wrote interests me also, especially when you write about mediocracy. I want to know more about that.

May 26, 2014 at 6:01 PM

Beautiful poem....apt words....loved the second stanza....

May 26, 2014 at 11:28 PM

thanks for sharing this lovley gem...

to become 'mediocre' i think is my ultimate nightmare!

of course, i'm told i have no problem being different lol

stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

May 27, 2014 at 1:40 PM

love this. that poem imprinted itself on my brain when i was young and still resides there. :)

May 27, 2014 at 3:09 PM

It's a good one, isn't it?

=)

May 28, 2014 at 2:32 PM