(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Ah Sunflower

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

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The sunflower must be impressive. Allen Ginsberg, who knew Blake's poetry well, also wrote 'Sunflower Sutra', which I think is better than Blake's 'Ah, Sunflower'.
Dear poet it is a nice poem because sun flower is a large
A lovely poem shared, triumph for 🌻
Ah! Nice work here.... And the pale virgin shrouded in snow
'Seeking after that sweet golden clime'! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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