William Blake

This book contains all poems and essays written by W.B., one of the most phantastic authors of the 18th century. He was born in 1757 in London, got a apprenticeship as copperplate engraver and later he studied at the Royal Academy of Art. His ideal was the unit of picture and text as a new kind of art.
Conspicuous is the comlete visionary cosmos he colorfully described in his poems and his opinion to each kind of religion he wrote down in "All religions are one".
Reading W.B. is like going on a journey to a land of fairytale fully with connected with real problems. Just read it & you will see what I mean...

How sweet I roamed from field to field,
and tasted all the summer's pride;
'till the prince of love beheld,
who in sunny beams did glide.

He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
and blushing roses for my brow;
He led me trough his garden fair,
where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet may dews my wings were wet
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.