Crochet Memory 5
This is square 5 of the February blanket.
Crochet memory 5: While I was in bed recuperating from mumps, and crocheting my doll’s blanket, one of my aunts sometimes used to read to me. She never read me any children’s books, and had a great love for the poetry of William Blake. Years later I now live and work close to St Mary’s Battersea in which Blake got married. Many of those poems haunt me still, and I remember the nightmares they gave me. I doubt they are the sort of thing to read a sick child, but she taught me a love of language, and appreciation of drama and poetry I will never forget:
The Chimney Sweeper (Songs of Experience) 1794
William Blake
A little black thing among the snow:
Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe!
Where are thy father & mother! say!
They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil’d among the winters snow:
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
And because I am happy, & dance & sing,
They think they have done me no injury:
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King
Who make up a heaven of our misery.
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