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American-Buddha Librarian's Comments:
William Blake in
"The Book of Urizen"
wrote:
A time passèd over: the Eternals
Began to erect the tent,
When Enitharmon, sick,
Felt a Worm within her womb.
Yet helpless it lay, like a Worm
In the trembling womb,
To be moulded into existence.
All day the Worm lay on her bosom;
All night within her womb
The Worm lay till it grew to a Serpent,
With dolorous hissings and poisons
Round Enitharmon's loins folding.
Coil'd within Enitharmon's womb
The Serpent grew, casting its scales;
With sharp pangs the hissings began
To change to a grating cry --
Many sorrows and dismal throes,
Many forms of fish, bird, and beast
Brought forth an Infant form
Where was a Worm before.
The Eternals their tent finishèd,
Alarm'd with these gloomy visions,
When Enitharmon, groaning,
Produc'd a Man-Child to the light.
A shriek ran thro' Eternity,
And a paralytic stroke,
At the birth of the Human Shadow.
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