William Blake and The Smile
I was quite surprised to find this poem in my own files stashed at the back of my laptop. I’ve posted one or Mr Blake’s poem’s before called A Poison Tree. A particularly good tale about regret and vengeance, at least that’s how I read it (manic chuckle).
This one though is quite the opposite and I confess it even puts a smile on this miserable bastards face.
So while the sun is shining, settle yourself into a recliner and enjoy.
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain
For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone
And no Smile that ever was smild
But only one Smile alone
That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
It only once Smild can be
But when it once is Smild
There’s an end to all Misery