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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of Los</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Africa</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will sing you a song of Los, the Eternal Prophet:<br>He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.<br>In heart-formed Africa.<br>Urizen faded! Ariston shudder’d!<br>And thus the Song began:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ADAM stood in the garden of Eden<br>And Noah on the mountains of Ararat;<br>They saw Urizen give his Laws to the Nations<br>By the hands of the children of Los.<br>Adam shudder’d! Noah faded! Black grew the sunny African<br>When Rintrah gave Abstract Philosophy to Brama in the East.<br>(Night spoke to the Cloud:<br>‘Lo, these Human form’d spirits, in smiling hypocrisy Way<br>Against one another; so let them War on, slaves to the eternal Elements.’)<br>Noah shrunk beneath the wathers;<br>Abram fled in fires from Chaldea;<br>Moses beheld upon Mount Sinai forms of dark delusion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Trismegistur Palamabroon gave an abstract Law,<br>To Pythagoras, Socrates & Plato.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time rolled on o’er all the sons of Har; time after time<br>Orc on Mount Atlas howl’d, chain’d down with the Chain of Jealousy.<br>Then Oothoon hover’d over Judah & Jerusalem,<br>And Jesus heard her voice (a man of sorrows); he reciev’d<br>A Gospel form wretched Theotormon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The human race began to wither, for the healthy built<br>Secluded places, fearing the joys of Love,<br>And the diseased only propagated.<br>So Antamon call’d up Leutha from her valleys of delight<br>And to Mahomet a loose Bible gave.<br>But in the North to Odin Sotha gave a Code of War,<br>Because of Diralada, thinking to reclaim his joy.<br>These were the churches, Hospitals, Castles, Palace,<br>Like nets & gins & traps to catch the joys of Eternity,<br>And all the rest a desart;<br>Till like a dream Eternity was obliterated & erased,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since that dread day when Har and Heva fled,<br>Because their brethren & sisters liv’d in War & Lust;<br>And as they fled, they shrunk<br>Into two narrow doleful forms,<br>Creeping in reptile flesh upon<br>The bosom of the ground,<br>And all the vast of Nature shrunk<br>Before their shrunken eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus the terrible race of Los & Enitharmon gave<br>Laws & Religions to the sons of Har, binding them more<br>And more to Earth, closing and restraining,<br>Till a Philosophy of Five Senses was complete.<br>Urizen wept &gave it into the hands of Newton & Locke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clouds roll heavy upon the Alps round Rousseau & Voltaire,<br>And on the mountains of Lebanon round the deceased Gods<br>Of Asia, & on the desarts of Africa round the Fallen Angels.<br>The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Asia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Kings of Asia heard<br>The howl rise up from Europe!<br>And each ran out from his Web,<br>From his ancient woven Den;<br>For the darkness of Asia was startled<br>At the thick-flaming, thought-creating fires or Orc.<br>And the Kings of Asia stood<br>And cried in bitterness of soul:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Shall not the King call for Famine from the heath,<br>Nor the Priest for Pestilence from the fen?<br>To restrain! To dismay! To thin!<br>The inhabitants of mountain and plain,<br>In the day of full-feeding prosperity<br>And the night of delicious songs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Shall not the Councellor throw his curb<br>Of Poverty on the laborious?<br>To fix the price of labour,<br>To invent allegoric riches;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘And the privy admonishers of men<br>Call for fires in the City,<br>For heaps of smoking ruins,<br>In the night of prosperity & wantonness?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘To turn man form his path,<br>To restrain the child from the womb,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To cut off the bread from the city,<br>That the remnant may learn to obey;<br>‘That the pride of the heart may fail,<br>That the lust of the eyes may be quench’d,<br>That the delicate ear in its infancy<br>May be dull’d, and the nostrils clos’d up,<br>To teach mortal worms the path<br>That leads form the gates of the Grave.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Urizen heard them cry,<br>And his shudd’ring waving wings<br>Went enormous above the red flames,<br>Drawing clouds of despair thro’ the havens<br>Of Europe as he went.<br>And his Books of brass, iron & gold<br>Melted over the land as he flew,<br>Heavy-waving, howling, weeping.<br>And he stood over Judea,<br>And stay’d in his ancient place,<br>And stretch’d his clouds over Jerusalem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Adam, a mouldering skeleton,<br>Lay bleach’d on the garden of Eden;<br>And Noah as whit as snow<br>On the mountains of Ararat.<br>Then the thunders of Urizen bellow’d aloud<br>From his woven darkness above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Orc, raging in European darkness,<br>Arose like a pillar of fire above the Alps,<br>Like a serpent of fiery flame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sullen Earth<br>Shrunk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth from the dead dust rattling bones to bones<br>Join; shaking convuls’d, the shiv’ring clay breathes,<br>And all flesh naked stands: Fathers and Friends,<br>Mothers & Infants, Kings & Warriors.<br>The Grave shrieks with delight, & shakes<br>Her hollow womb, & clasps the solid stem.<br>Her bosom swells with wild desire,<br>And milk & blood & glandous wine<br>In rivers rush & shout & dance<br>On mountain, dale and plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The SONG of LOS is Ended</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Urizen Wept.</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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