To Night

I've been reading Fearful Symmetry (Northrop Frye's study of Blake) on the bus this past week and so during my break today I went to the library to find a collection of Blake's poems. The first poems in the books where that of his poems on the seasons and times of day. You can read them here: http://spenserians.cath.vt.edu/TextRecord.php?action=GET&textsid=35019
http://spenserians.cath.vt.edu/TextRecord.php?action=GET&textsid=35021

After I read them I wrote this and then skimmed the Songs of Innocence and Experience.

To Night

Pull slow the silk up cross your eyes
let fabric slip beneath your thighs
    And settl'd on the dusky floor

colour ripples burning out
Your bodies yawning inky shout
    is cast across the sky once more

And sudden as your figures bare
reflections wrapped in silvered stare
    find supple stillness poised for flight

As shadow forms will hesitate
till sun waves froth and then abate
    to burst with countless points of light
       crest washing cross the sky
       heavens pierced and bleeding cry


    O Night!