(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Steps You Take In A Mist

the steps you take in a mist are very small
like fine stitching she told me
dressed in her rose red cape

and I was waiting for the bus on
a Sunday forgetting it was Sunday
and that the bus would never come

and so I started taking fine steps
silken ones really on the side walks
I had faith were there

and began to sing in a kind of snow
speech under the heavy skies
I am taking small steps in the mist

with no one beside
and the ditch of extremity eludes me
who am elusive too

they used to say
when I was not mist
and they still spoke to me

anyway; I am here
and in my bridal slippers
as it should be in a mist

carrying silvered lilies away
into the vanishing of afternoons
and I want too much to say if you

could catch up the snow words
on the way with the moon
as if they were your bouquet-

that I do not miss being There

at all.

mary angela douglas 28 december 2015

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Comments (6)

@Kaycee Pallas. You really shoudn't use words like drivel when discussing a poem, or anything else, for that matter. If Blake had wanted his poem to be viewed as you suggest he could have used the masculine pronoun himself.
the poem is about a spiritual experience. a traveler came by, silently, invisibly, was god, but to speak of it, to place it in words will diminish it.
Amazingly conceptualized beautiful poem with rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing it here.
..............wonderful poem...this poem is posted twice, though reading a second time is still just as nice ★
I believe the last line must be 'He took her with a sigh.'
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