Holy Thursday
Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and fruitful land
Babes reduc'd to misery
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many childrenpoor?
Is it a land of poverty!
And their sun does never shine
And their fields are beak and bare
And their ways are fill'd with thorns:
It is eternal winter there.
Fore where-e'er the sun does shine
And where-e'er the rain does fall,
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.
William Blake, 1794
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SvarSlettDet er et protest-dikt, er det ikke?
SvarSlett1794 havde den franske revolution vendt op og ned på Frankrig, og nøden var stor. Men Blake var englænder, - forholdene var ikke gode for arbejderne i de nye industribyer, men for de fleste englændere var det jo bedre end før i tiden - eller hvad? Har du nogle tanker i forbindelse med diktet?