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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Book of Ahania</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHAP: 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. Fuzon, on a chariot iron-wing’d,<br>On spiked flames rose; his hot visage<br>Flam’d furious; sparkles his hair & beard<br>Shot down his wide bosom and shoulders.<br>On clouds of smoke rages his chariot,<br>And his right hand burns red in its cloud,<br>Moulding into a vast globe his wrath<br>As the thunder-stone is moulded,<br>Son of Urizen’s silent burnings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. ‘Shall we worship this Demon of smoke,’<br>Said Fuzon, ‘this abstract non-entity,<br>This cloudy God seated on waters,<br>Now seen, now obscur’d, King of Sorrow?’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. So he spoke, in a fiery flame,<br>On Urizen frowning indignant,<br>The Globe of wrath shaking on high.<br>Roaring with fury, he threw<br>The howling Globe; burning it flew,<br>Length’ning into a hungry beam. Swiftly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. Oppos’d to the exulting flam’d beam<br>the broad Disk of Urizen uphav’d<br>Across the Void many a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. It was forg’d in mills where the winter<br>Beats incessant; ten winters the disk<br>Unremitting endur’d the cold hammer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. But the strong arm that sent it remember’d<br>The sounding beam; laughing it tore through<br>That beaten mass, keeping its direction,<br>The cold loins of Urizen dividing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7. Dire shriek’d his invisible Lust.<br>Deep groan’d Urizen! Stretching his awful hand,<br>Ahania (so name his parted soul)<br>He seiz’d on his mountains of Jealousy.<br>He groan’d, anguish’d, & called her Sin,<br>Kissing her and weeping over her;<br>Then hid her in darkness, in silence,<br>Jealous tho’ she was invisible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8. She fell down, a faint shadow wand’ring<br>In chaos and circling dark Urizen,<br>As the moon, anguish’d, circles the earth:<br>Hopeless! Abhorr’d! a death-shadow,<br>Unseen, unbodied, unknown,<br>The mother of Pestilence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9. But the fiery beam of Fuzon<br>Was a pillar of fire to Egypt,<br>Five hundred years wand’ring on earth,<br>Till Los seiz’d it and beat in a mass<br>With the body of the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHAP: II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. But the forehead of Urizen gathering,<br>And his eyes pale with anguish, his lips<br>Blue & changing, in tears and bitter<br>Contrition he prepar’d his Bow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. Form’d of Ribs, that in his dark solitude<br>When obscur’d in his forests fell monsters<br>Arose. For his dire Contemplations<br>Rush’d down like floods from his mountains,<br>In torrents of mud settling thick,<br>With Eggs of unnatural production<br>Forthwith hatching; some howl’d on his hills,<br>Some in vales, some aloft flew in air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. Of these, an enormous dread Serpent,<br>Scaled and poisonous horned,<br>Approach’d Urizen even to his knees<br>As he sat on his dark rooted Oak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. With his horns he push’d furious.<br>Great the conflict & Great the jealousy<br>In cold poisons; but Urizen smote him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. First he poison’d the rocks with his blood;<br>Then polish’d his ribs, and his sinews<br>Dried; laid them apart till winter;<br>Then a Bow black prepar’d; on this Bow<br>A poisoned rock plac’d in silence.<br>He utter’d these words to the Bow:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. ‘O Bow of the clouds of secrecy,<br>O nerve of that lust form’d monster!<br>Send this rock swift, invisible thro’<br>The black clouds, on the bosom of Fuzon.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7. So saying, in torment of his wounds,<br>He bent the enormous ribs slowly:<br>A circle of darkness! Then fixed<br>The sinew in its rest; then the Rock,<br>Poisonous source, plac’d with art, lifting difficult<br>Its weighty bulk; silent the rock lay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8. While Fuzon, his tigers unloosing,<br>Thought Urizen slain by his wrath.<br>‘I am God,’ said he, ‘eldest of things!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9. Sudden sings the rock; swift & invisible<br>On Fuzon flew; enter’d his bosom.<br>His beautiful visage, his tresses<br>That gave light to the mornings of heaven<br>Were smitten with darkenss, deform’d<br>And outstretch’d on the edge of the forest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10. But the rock fell upon the Earth,<br>Mount Sinai in Arabia.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHAP: III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. The Globe shook; and Urizen, seated<br>On black clouds, his sore wound anointed.<br>The ointment flow’d down on the void<br>Miz’d with blood – here the snake gets her poison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. With difficulty & great pain Urizen<br>Lifted on high the dead corse;<br>On his shoulders he bore it to where<br>A Tree hung over the Immensity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. For when Urizen shrunk away<br>From Eternals, he sat on a rock<br>Barren, a rock which himself<br>From redounding fancies had petrified.<br>Many tears fell on the rock,<br>Many sparks of vegetation.<br>Soon shot the pained root<br>Of Mystery under his heel.<br>It grew a thick tree; he wrote<br>In silence his book of iron;<br>Till the horrid plant, bending its boughs,<br>Grew to roots when it felt the earth<br>And again sprung to many a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. Amaz’d started Urizen! When<br>He beheld himself compassed round<br>And high roofed over with trees.<br>He arose, but the stems stood so thick<br>He with difficulty and great pain<br>Brought his Books, all but the Book<br>Of iron, form the dismal shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. The Tree still grows over the Void,<br>Enrooting itself all around,<br>An endless labyrinth of woe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. The corse of his first begotten<br>on the accursed Tree of Mystery<br>On the topmost stem of this Tree<br>Urizen nail’d Fuzon’s corse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHAP: IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. Forth flew the arrows of pestilence<br>Round the pale living Corse on the tree;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. For in Urizen’s slumbers of abstraction<br>In the infinite ages of Eternity,<br>When his Nerves of joy melted and flow’d<br>A white Lake on the dark blue air,<br>In perturb’d pain and dismal torment<br>Now stretching out, now swift conglobing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. Effluvia vapor’d above<br>In noxious clouds; these hover’d thick<br>Over the disorganiz’d Immortal,<br>Till petrific pain scruf’d o’er the Lakes<br>As the bones of man, solid & dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. The clouds of disease hover’d wide<br>Around the Immortal in torment,<br>Perching around the hurtling bones,<br>Disease on disease, shape on shape,<br>Winged, screaming in blood & torment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. The Eternal Prophet beat on his anvils,<br>Enrag’d in the desolate darkness;<br>he forg’d nets of iron around<br>And Los threw them around the bones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. The shapes, screaming, flutter’d vain;<br>Some combin’d into muscles & glands,<br>Some organs for craving and lust;<br>Most remain’d on the tormented void,<br>Urizen’s army of horrors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7. Round the pale living Corse on the Tree<br>Forty years flew the arrows of pestilence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8. Wailing and terror and woe<br>Ran thro’ all his dismal world;<br>Forty yyears all his sons & daughters<br>Felt their skulls harden; then Asia<br>Arose in the pendulous deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9. They reptilize upon the Earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10. Fuzon groan’d on the Tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHAP: V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. The lamenting voice of Ahania,<br>Weeping upon the void<br>And round the Tree of Fuzon:<br>Distant in solitary night<br>Her voice was heard , but no form<br>Had she; but her tears from clouds<br>Eternal fell round the Tree;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. And the voice cried: ‘Ah, Urizen! Love!<br>Flower of morning! I weep on the verge<br>Of Non-entity; how wide the Abyss<br>Between Ahania and thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. ‘I lie on the verge of the deep,<br>I see thy dark clouds ascend,<br>I see thy black forests and floods,<br>A horrible waste to my eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. ‘Weeping I walk over rocks,<br>Over dens & thro’ valleys of death.<br>Why didst thou despise Ahania,<br>To cast me from thy bright presence<br>Into the World of Loneness?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. ‘I cannot touch his hand,<br>Nor weep on his knees, nor hear<br>his voice & bow, nor see his eyes<br>And joy, nor hear his footsteps and<br>My heart leap at the lovely sound!<br>I cannot kiss the place<br>Whereon his bright feet have trod,<br>But I wander on the rocks<br>With hard necessity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. ‘Where is my golden palace?<br>Where my ivory bed?<br>Where the joy of my morning hour?<br>Where the sons of eternity singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7. ‘To awake bright Urizen, my king,<br>To arise to the mountain sport,<br>To the bliss of eternal valleys;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8. ‘To awake my king in the morn<br>To embrace Ahania’s joy<br>On the bredth of his open bosom,<br>From my soft cloud of dew to fall<br>In showers of life on his harvests?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9. ‘When he gave my happy soul<br>To the sons of eternal joy;<br>When he took the daughters of life<br>into my chambers of love;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10. When I found babes of bless on my beds,<br>And bosoms of mild in my chambers<br>Fill’d with eternal seed,<br>O! eternal births sung round Ahania<br>In interchange sweet of their joys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">11. “Swell’d with ripeness & fat with fatness,<br>Bursting on winds my odors,<br>My ripe figs and rich pomegranates<br>In infant joy at thy feet,<br>O Urizen, sported and sang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12. ‘Then thou with thy lap full of seed,<br>With thy hand full of generous fire,<br>Walked forth form the clouds of morning,<br>On the virgins of springing joy,<br>On the human soul to cast<br>The seed of eternal science.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13. ‘The sweat poured down thy temples;<br>To Ahania return’d in evening<br>The moisture awoke to birth<br>My mother’s-joys, sleeping in bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">14. ‘But now, alone, over rocks, mountains,<br>Cast out form thy lovely bosom.<br>Cruel jealousy, selfish fear,<br>self-destroying: how can delight<br>Renew in these chains of darkness,<br>Where bones of beasts are strown<br>On the bleak and snowy mountains,<br>Where bones form the birth are buried<br>Before they see the light?’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a><div class=q>
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