Portrait of Blake by Thomas Phillips‘William Blake’ by David Paul Behrens The Society February 11, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 3 Comments In another lifetime I was William Blake When I saw his work That was my take He wrote about love And the human heart I thought I was him Right from the start He wrote about London Tiger burning bright His influence looms In whatever I write He wrote about life The human abstract I hope I was him I hope it is fact I flatter myself To think I was him Deep down I know The chances are slim His mystical presence Burns like a fire To be like him Is to what I aspire After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Related Post ‘The Clockmaker’ by Benjamin Daniel Lukey When I was young, I’d disassemble clocks So I could understand what made them go. With tools in hand, and pieces in a box, I’d wonder, an... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Joe Tessitore February 11, 2018 Nice work, both your poem and your life! Looking forward to reading more! Reply David Paul Behrens February 11, 2018 Thank you for your kind comments, Joe. To see more go to davidpaulbehrens.com. (At the bottom of each page, click on “older posts.”) Reply Wendy Bourke March 21, 2018 Wonderful piece. For me, it conjures forth that poetic awakening – that stirring, when we come across a poet whose words resonate within us … THAT connection; THAT ‘mystical presence’. Loved this! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.