Lay for the Day 28th
November
1757: William Blake is born in London, where he lived for almost all of
his 70 years.
Grass
Now the grass is coming into
flower.
Poets call forward in time,
Whitman and Wordsworth and William Blake
asking at the entrance,
or they find us work
hammering swords
while the grass is coming into flower.
I planted nothing but left
the bowl
with a dead plant in it, on the windowledge
and now itŐs a windsown colony
shaken by the wind
and spikes unrolled for the feathered head to nod.
Where you may lodge and hold
the wind will take your seed
I trust.
Sprouting from rooftops
gutters and chimneypots
thrive with me also, ever.
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