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He insists that we must not turn away from our own divinity for we contain the entire universe within ourselves 3⁄4 “the starry floor:” “heaven on earth” 3⁄4 and that we, mortals, must dwell, poetically, on earth until the end of our days.
Blake’s Bard, immensely wise, grasps the living energy of the ever-growing grass, as if it were the lush Divine Word arising “from out the dewy grass,” the Bard’s voice made weeping 3⁄4 his lamenting tears. And his song, his weeping, conjugated in sorrows, restores the Earth 3⁄4 us 3⁄4 the grass, the starry pass. The “starry floor,” the “wat’ry shore” ever and ever with us, belong to us, to the world, to the earth’s soul: the sacred dwelling that grasps the innocent Word, and whose residence is silence 3⁄4 stillness. The silence that walks among the “ancient trees;” the stillness that listens to the mesmerizing pipe’s plea: the sound of the spheres, the sun, the living sea 3⁄4 their laughter, their tears. In this stillness, this quiet listening, a poetic silence 3⁄4 innocence 3⁄4 whispers the greening grass’ knowing, murmuring the Holy Word, the Word Holy, the True, in the living world. Whitman, too, expressed it gorgeously,
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