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Good friends are like stars……..
You don’t always see them,
But you know they are always there.
  —  William Blake
[Even when hidden behind the clouds…  —  KMAB]
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On This Day In:
2018 Sometimes Wisdom, Too
2017 What Do I Know…
Not Much Magic Here
2016 Rare Competition
2015 Now Where Did I Put That Thing?
2014 Reckoning
Orange October (VIII) – Giants Win Game 1 Of 2014 World Series!!
2013 Trying To Capture Serenity
2012 Above The Vaulted Sky
2011 Active Learning

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I would rather have one rose and a kind word
from a friend while I’m here
than a whole truck load when I’m gone.
  —  William Blake
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On This Day In:
2018 And Blog Posts, Too
2017 Just Doin’ It
2016 Definitely Not Bell Shaped
2015 Dreadful Pity
2014 Worse Than Useless
2013 Personal Prisons
2012 So, Not Yet Then
2011 Real Love

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If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.
  —  William Blake
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On This Day In:
2014 I’ve Looked At Clouds
2013 Undiscovered Ocean
2012 Feeling Old? (Part 2)
2011 What About Freedom?

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The Clod and the Pebble

“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.”
So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
“Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.”
  —  written by: William Blake
[Like many things, Love has two faces – the selfish and the unselfish…  —  KMAB]
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
 

—  William Blake
From:  “Auguries of Innocence
 

[World within worlds and time without end…  —  KMAB]
 

 

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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
  —  William Blake
[This is a poem I stumbled upon.  It is not a “favorite” of mine, so I haven’t included it on my Poems page.  But it does strike a chord with me, particularly when I think of people holding in their feelings about things they can’t express (mostly because they don’t have the words to express the feelings).
I am aware there are misspellings in the work.  I have not corrected them.  I did edit the stanzas from 4X4X4X4 to 4X4X2X6.  I don’t usually do this for poetry, but I have in this instance.  —  KMAB]
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