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The New Jerusalem

William Blake

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my charriot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.



The new body of work, that I’m currently working on is about the constructive power of seeing. The poem, which is also a hymn, and the unofficial anthem of England, was introduced to me by Father Reece after reciting it at a wedding we both attended. I’m drawn to the image of building with divine purpose. I’m going to use my camera to try to understand what this poem is about.

We shall see.