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[anna]

World Poetry
Reading Series, World Poetry Café Radio Show,
Electronic Newsletter, Publishing Company
Special Events.
Contact person: Ariadne Sawyer, MA
702-31 Elliot St, New Westminster,
BC, V3L 5C9
604-526-4729
www.worldpoetics.blogspot.com
[email protected] www.ariadnescoaching.com


First Call for Poems for or to William Blake!


The World Poetry Reading Series together with our partners, the City of Richmond will be celebrating the life and work of the English poet William Blake on November 29, at 6:30 pm at the Richmond Cultural Centre, 100-7700 Minoru Gate, and Richmond, BC.
We are inviting you to send poems from around the world for our worldwide display at the Richmond Cultural Centre. Also, two poems will be selected and printed up as “gift poems” on the evening of November 29th.

· Write a one page poem to or about the famous English poet William Blake.
· Font 12.
· Include your name and a copy right symbol. One time copy write only.
· Deadline for poems: November 15.

· Send all entries to Ariadne Sawyer at: [email protected] before November 15th.
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

World Poetry
Reading Series, World Poetry Café Radio Show,
Electronic Newsletter, Publishing Company
Special Events.
Contact person: Ariadne Sawyer, MA
702-31 Elliot St, New Westminster,
BC, V3L 5C9
604-526-4729
www.worldpoetics.blogspot.com
[email protected] www.ariadnescoaching.com


First Call for Poems for or to William Blake!


The World Poetry Reading Series together with our partners, the City of Richmond will be celebrating the life and work of the English poet William Blake on November 29, at 6:30 pm at the Richmond Cultural Centre, 100-7700 Minoru Gate, and Richmond, BC.
We are inviting you to send poems from around the world for our worldwide display at the Richmond Cultural Centre. Also, two poems will be selected and printed up as “gift poems” on the evening of November 29th.

· Write a one page poem to or about the famous English poet William Blake.
· Font 12.
· Include your name and a copy right symbol. One time copy write only.
· Deadline for poems: November 15.

· Send all entries to Ariadne Sawyer at: [email protected] before November 15th.
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---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[星子]

or write one for Tiger poem?


THE TIGER

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

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

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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[[ANNA]]

or write one for Tiger poem?


THE TIGER

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

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

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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[livetodream]

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
William Blake

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
William Blake

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
William Blake

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
William Blake

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
William Blake

[[FAFAFA]]

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
William Blake

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
William Blake

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
William Blake

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
William Blake

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
William Blake

[livetodream]

Opposition is true friendship.
William Blake

[[FFFFFF]]

Opposition is true friendship.
William Blake

[livetodream]

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
William Blake

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
William Blake

[[FAFAFA]]

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
William Blake

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
William Blake

[anna]

A POISON TREE

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

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 watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd 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 outstretched beneath the tree.


----I may try to write a poem about this poem
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

A POISON TREE

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

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 watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd 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 outstretched beneath the tree.


----I may try to write a poem about this poem
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

just wrote one:

Sigh To William Blake

Once I saw the Tiger,
Near the foot of the forest,
Eyes, brilliant and bright.

I gazed upon him and sighed--
Great and fierce he appeared,
A fragile fate was his lot!

The forest has retreated
And the traps have been placed.
His stuffed head hung on the crowded wall,
A shop window displays his skin flayed.

Neon light blazes upon his empty eyes,
The God who was the creator watches in a void.
Oh, the forest of buildings and the dreadful
Tigers in night attire, their green eyes spit out:
a mighty, despaired of future.
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

just wrote one:

Sigh To William Blake

Once I saw the Tiger,
Near the foot of the forest,
Eyes, brilliant and bright.

I gazed upon him and sighed--
Great and fierce he appeared,
A fragile fate was his lot!

The forest has retreated
And the traps have been placed.
His stuffed head hung on the crowded wall,
A shop window displays his skin flayed.

Neon light blazes upon his empty eyes,
The God who was the creator watches in a void.
Oh, the forest of buildings and the dreadful
Tigers in night attire, their green eyes spit out:
a mighty, despaired of future.
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com