A new take on Blake’s great poem, Jerusalem. What would a divine spirit make of modern England?
20 January, 2018
|And would those feet in modern times||And did those feet in ancient time|
|Walk upon England’s mountains unclean:||Walk upon Englands mountains green:|
|And would the Divine Spirit of God,||And was the holy Lamb of God,|
|On England’s monoculture pastures gleam!||On Englands pleasant pastures seen!|
|And would the Countenance Divine,||And did the Countenance Divine,|
|Shine forth on our barb-wired hills?||Shine forth upon our clouded hills?|
|And would a Dreamland get built here,||And was Jerusalem builded here,|
|Among these dark Satanic Landfills?||Among these dark Satanic Mills?|
|Bring me my Barrels of black gold:||Bring me my Bow of burning gold:|
|Bring me every object I desire:||Bring me my arrows of desire:|
|Bring me, my Army, oil fields you stole!||Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!|
|Bring me my World on fire!||Bring me my Chariot of fire!|
|I will not bow, or Cease to Fight,||I will not cease from Mental Fight,|
|Nor shall my words sleep from my hand:||Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:|
|Until a Dreamland rises from the ground,||Till we have built Jerusalem,|
|In England’s unclean, unpleasant Land.||In Englands green & pleasant Land.|
Dreamland by Steve Huckle is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://glowkeeper.github.io/assets/poetry/Dreamland/.