Megalithic Poems

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"They become like they behold! Yet immense in strength and power,
In awful pomp and gold, in all the precious unhewn stones of Eden
They build a stupendous Building on the Plain of Salisbury, with chains
Of rocks round London Stone, of Reasonings, of unhewn Demonstrations
In labyrinthine arches (Mighty Urizen the Architect) thro' which
The heavens might revolve and Eternity be bound in their chain.
Labour unparallell'd! a wondrous rocky World of cruel destiny,
Rocks piled on rocks reaching the stars, stretching from pole to pole.
The Building is Natural Religion & its Altars Natural Morality,
A building of eternal death, whose proportions are eternal despair."

Thank you for reminding me of that Nigel.

As with most I was saddened and sickened by Thursday's carnage in London; and if asked to express my feelings on philosophical 'buildings' of hatred, death and destruction perhaps Blake's last line will suffice -

"A building of eternal death, whose proportions are eternal despair."

And in a more defiant if not in a lighter mood -

"All things begin and end in Albion's ancient Druid rocky shore.
But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion."