[First posted on MyT]
This is a poem by William Blake (1757–1827), from Songs of Experience. I like a lot of Blake’s shorter work because it is so vivid, dramatic and mercurial – his longer poems can be stodgy and inaccessible.
This poem suggests to me the human condition (weakness and woe) – I’m particularly fond of the phrase ‘mind-forg’d manacles’. People have not changed since Blake’s time … we still forge manacles for our minds and wear them unconsciously. And we ought not to idealize the past, which was populated by humans much like ourselves.
The poem also reminds me of working and walking by the Thames, and of a happier vision of London than Blake portrays here. I can’t help being an optimist … it’s in my nature. Continue reading