Angels and Poetry

April being National (or is it International?) Poetry Month, I thought I’d contribute something. Don’t panic, I’m no poet and I know it (oops), so I’m going to share a poem by someone who actually is a good poet: William Blake. In keeping with my current interest obsession with angels, I thought this one was fitting.

Angel of Poetry
Angel of Poetry from the William Blake Tarot

From “Songs of Experience”

The Angel

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a Maiden Queen
Guarded by an angel mild
Witless woe was ne’er begui’l’d!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wip’d my tears away,
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings and fled,
Then the morn blush’d rosy red;
I dried my tears & arm’d my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm’d, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head.

15 thoughts on “Angels and Poetry

    1. This is the same as the other comment, isn’t it? It looks like I got this twice, and with the links in them the spam filter grabbed them.

      I don’t recall you posting this before, thanks! Blake is extraordinary. I’ve been mentally working on a post about his visions and a tie-in with Annie Dillard’s “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.”


  1. Yes, it originally came out in 1995, went out of print pretty quickly, but was reprinted finally a couple of years ago. I have a first edition. I haven’t worked with it much since it diverges from “standard” Tarot and I’m not as well-read on Blake as I wish I was. I do love his art, though. There’s a flash slideshow of the new deck here if you want to see the Triumphs (Majors).


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