William Blake was the nineteenth century British romantic poets, mainly poems poetry collection the songs of innocence and experience the song of ", etc. Early works is concise and lively, mid works trend abstruse obscure, full of mysterious colour. William Blake (William Blake) life is very simple, also do not have what contains 365pages close-up place, only some continues the simple truth that and pressing art creation activities. He was born in London in 1757, a poor sox quotient family. Due to unique personality too, don't like orthodox school of depressive mood denial of admission, so no formal education. He was like paintings and poems. 11 since to painting school studied for three years and showed remarkable artistic talents. His father intentionally let him from a famous painter to continue their study, but in order to family and sister-in-law's future and actively give up this chance to jianyang printing workshop as a apprentice. His life is on the one hand and his wife kept by painting and hard work reward for poor living jianyang continue engaging in 12 years old, on the one hand, began his poetry creation and match on their own illustrations published. Until 1827 August before he died, he was still on the days of work, "call a person with the last few shillings to buy carbon pen", painting after the last one painting put it down and said "I had done my best".
Talk about William Blake must clarify relevant to his speculation and accused, someone says he is mad and the belief in devil invention and diffuse person, like London night people can hear the graveyard of hook soul New Year old children, of course, black impossible as pull "ray with o DingNuo as for sarai secular do thorough thinking or clarification, maybe he is faith haze, but it is also BaoZhan with pain and love" violet mist, "Blake created a through imagination contributed to the illusion of thinking, from this point look, he inspired emillie di hutchinson and dylan Thomas, even Mr Thibault, Arthur rimbaud alzheimer's. Black is the imagination of the prophets, and experience the faithful records, we prefer to regard him as "from" devil workshop rushed out of the best purification perception apprentice.
Black people were most, also be fabled quotes, and literary worth repeating the offspring praise a few poem such as "wipe up the chimney young", "the nurse of song," "disease rose", "tiger", all hymns can be seen as the "kingdom of constructing black part of the prototype", this from ratio for Ezekiel the young, 4 years old saw the religious illusion, and can use a kiss whispering language and "white gods" silent conversation, although implicative low, wen way sluggish acerbity, but black with great naive and magnificent imagination and fighting capacity, threw similar class young and horse Lou "secular irony" in motion.
Black and he accompany the life in the country girl Catherine encounter with coexistence, learned of civilians in the heart of fairy tale and pure, and thereby and own experience and imagine being compared, consult a lot from which the century started to carry on the widespread and fairy tale fable-like writing, plus own unique image creativity, black left us the most important anthology "kingdom of 18th century with hell marriage -- imagination hymns" and "songs of innocence and experience, if the former was to teach man married keep watch, then the latter is more pupils New Year readings, or Santa give everybody the golden glow toy. But I would rather think, black constructed of our world grand and solemn church roof, there, between the ideal and the reality of proverbs gleaming, always remind the virgin for us a clean and seriousness.
Blake, never deny himself is a naive imagination and creation by the person, but contemporaries except for his strange manner and enthusiasm of 4 excessive energy and confused outside, but also for his outlook advanced and respectable and puzzled. Black is obviously not for the fate of his body that age, as the writer writing with Mr Thibault rambo, o same, he through a mysterious and fantasy based on experience and "for sense different degree" disorder, found a path to freedom and praise the kingdom "poem" of refuge and beliefs. Maybe, it's black leaving us the most important experience and value, black "rose cried aloud" and "the truth is always hidden in the crazy sunset seaward" bold statements, and found the trifling from "dark chimney" extended to "rose kingdom" mystical experiences the journey.
Black's about: "in the wasteland end, finger to touch heaven" verse inspired the Spanish painter which Gregorian McGwire and Dali, in the soft time "and" the Spanish civil war allegorical imagine "in, reach the allelopathic using genius pen expressed the 18th century the greatest poet and the recognition and praise.

Was hoping, was hoping, the east wind has come, the spring footsteps were near. All look like the appearance which just awoke, joyfully opened joyful enlarged ones vision. Shan Lang Run has gotten up, the high tide has gotten up, the sun blushed. The grass drills secretly from the earth, tender, green. In the garden, in the field, looks, one big piece of one big piece full is. Sits, is lying down, hits two to roll, kicks several foot balls, match several runs, seizes several chapters to confuse Tibet. Wind lightly,
grass soft soft.
The peach tree, the apricot tree, the pear tree, you do not let me, I not let you, all opened fills the flower to catch up with the son. Red elephant fire, powder elephant rosy cloud, white elephant snow. In the flower is having the sweet taste, closed one's eyes, on the tree as if already was full was the peach, the apricot, the pear! Under the flower becomes thousand tenths hundred honeybees humming sound to make, the size butterfly flies round. The wild flower everywhere is: Various, has the name, does not have the name, disperses in the thick patch of grass, looks like the eye, looks like the star, but also winks winks. “Blows the surface not cold willow wind”, good, looks like mother's hand to stroke you. In the wind brings the soil breath which turn newly, is mixing the green grass taste, but also has the fragrance which plants flowers respectively, all ferments in slightly the moist air. Where was the bird the den numerous colored tender leaf in the middle of, happy, shouted the friend to make the partner to show off the clear throat, sings song which passed through many places, with the light breeze running water should with. niubei on shepherd boy's piccolo, at this time also all day long in resonantly sound. The rain is most common, is 32 days. But nao, do not look that, looks like the ox hair, looks like the embroidery needle, looks like the filament, densely twill weave, on others roof an entire cage thin smoke. The tree leaf is actually green shines, the grass is also blue compels your eye.
Evening time, has lit a lamp, the little Huang Yun light, contrasts one piece peaceful and the peaceful night. The countryside goes, on the alley, nearby the stone bridge, supports the umbrella is walking slowly the human; Also has the farmer who the geographical features work, is throwing over grass raincape, wears the coolie hat. Their thatched-roofed hut, sparse in rain silent. The space kite have been gradually many, the ground child were also many. In the city the countryside, each and every family, the family members, they also catches up with a son to resemble, one each one all came out. Shu Huoshu the live physique, rouses pulls oneself together, makes each matter to go respectively. “A year idea lies in the spring”; Just began, some were the free time, some were the hopes.
Spring likely just fell to the ground the baby, all was new from head to foot, it was growing. Spring likely the girl, is beautifully attired, is smiling, is walking. Spring likely the vigorous and healthy youth, has the hard common arm and the waist foot, he gets us to go forward.

The Chimney Sweeper 扫烟囱孩子
--William Blake --威廉.布莱克
The Chimney Sweeper is the title of two poems by William Blake, published in Songs of Innocence in 1789 and Songs of Experience in 1794.In the earlier poem, a young chimney sweeper recounts a dream had by one of his fellows, in which an angel rescues the boys from coffins and takes them to a sunny meadow; in the later poem, an apparently adult speaker encounters a child chimney sweeper abandoned in the snow while his parents are at church.
When my mother died I was very young, 我母亲死的时候，我还小得很，
And my father sold me while yet my tongue 我父亲把我拿出来卖给了别人，
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 我当时还不大喊得清，“扫呀――扫!”
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. 我就扫你们烟囱，裹煤屑睡觉。
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, 有个小托姆，头发卷得像小羊头，
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said, 剃光的时候，哭得好伤心，好难受，
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, 我就说：“小托姆，不要紧，光了脑袋，
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." 打起来煤屑就不会糟踏你白头发。”
And so he was quiet; and that very night, 他就安安静静了，当天夜里，
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, - 托姆睡着了，事情就来得稀奇，
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, 他看见千千万万的扫烟囱小孩
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black. 阿猫阿狗全都给锁进了黑棺材。
And by came an angel who had a bright key, 后来来了个天使，拿了把金钥匙，
And he opened the coffins and set them all free; 开棺材放出了孩子们(真是好天使!)
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, 他们就边跳，边笑，边跑过草坪，
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. 到河里洗了澡，太阳里晒得亮晶晶。
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, 光光的，白白的，把袋子都抛个一，
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind; 他们就升上了云端，在风里游戏;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, “只要你做个好孩子，”天使对托姆说，
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. “上帝会做你的父亲，你永远快乐。”
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, 托姆就醒了;屋子里黑咕隆咚，
And got with our bags and our brushes to work. 我们就起来拿袋子、扫帚去做工。
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm; 大清早尽管冷，托姆的心里可温暖;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm. 这叫做：各尽本分，就不怕灾难。