Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Great Regulars: Memory's "merry notes" sound like celestial music

"upon the wind," and through each line, Blake makes us hear its strange ancestral cadence too. Each time we read a poem, we connect with the ghosts of all the generations who have formed the language we speak. Through poetry's rhythms and rhymes, we catch the promise that, like music, the universe is full of echoes.

from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading of 'Song' by William Blake


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