Poem-A-Day: William Blake, London

	August 5, 2012 Today's poem appears in The Complete Poetry & Prose, published by Anchor Books. More from this author Other Blake Poems America, a Prophecy, Plates 3 and 4 A Divine Image A Poison Tree Ah! Sunflower Auguries of Innocence You can unsubscribe from our Poem-A-Day emails at at anytime—either completely, or until next April. Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org		London by William Blake I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every blackning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new-born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. Share Digg StumbleUpon Facebook E-mail to Friend