The Book of Ahania

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THE BOOK of AHANIA t

LAMBETH Printed by W Blake 1795

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AHANIA

Chap: I st

1: Fuzon, on a chariot iron-wing’d On spiked flames rose; his hot visage Flam’d furious! sparkles his hair & beard Shot down his wide bosom and shoulders. On clouds of smoke rages his chariot5 And his right hand burns red in its cloud Moulding into a vast globe, his wrath As the thunder-stone is moulded. Son of Urizens silent burnings 2: Shall we worship this Demon of smoke,10 Said Fuzon, this abstract non-entity This cloudy God seated on waters Now seen, now obscur’d; King of sorrow? 3: So he spoke, in a fiery flame, On Urizen frowning indignant,15 The Globe of wrath shaking on high Roaring with fury, he threw The howling Globe: burning it flew Lengthning into a hungry beam. Swiftly 4: Oppos’d to the exulting flam’d beam20 The broad Disk of Urizen upheav’d Across the Void many a mile. 5: It was forg’d in mills where the winter Beats incessant; ten winters the disk Unremitting endur’d the cold hammer.25 6: But the strong arm that sent it, remember’d The sounding beam; laughing it tore through That beaten mass: keeping its direction The cold loins of Urizen dividing. 7: Dire shriek’d his invisible Lust30 Deep groan’d Urizen! stretching his awful hand Ahania (so name his parted soul) He siez’d on his mountains of jealousy. He groand anguishd & called her Sin, 85 Kissing her and weeping over her;35 Then hid her in darkness in silence; Jealous tho' she was invisible. 8: She fell down a faint shadow wandring In chaos and circling dark Urizen, As the moon anguishd circles the earth;40 Hopeless! abhorrd! a death-shadow, Unseen, unbodied, unknown, The mother of Pestilence. 9: But the fiery beam of Fuzon Was a pillar of fire to Egypt45 Five hundred years wandring on earth Till Los siezd it and beat in a mass With the body of the sun. b1.13.2 [ PLATE3 ] Chap: II: d 1: But the forehead of Urizen gathering, And his eyes pale with anguish, his lips Blue & changing; in tears and bitter Contrition he prepar’d his Bow, 2: Form’d of Ribs: that in his dark solitude5 When obscur’d in his forests fell monsters, Arose. For his dire Contemplations Rush’d down like floods from his mountains In torrents of mud settling thick With Eggs of unnatural production10 Forthwith hatching; some howl’d on his hills Some in vales; some aloft flew in air 3: Of these: an enormous dread Serpent Scaled and poisonous horned Approach’d Urizen even to his knees15 As he sat on his dark rooted Oak. 4: With his horns he push’d furious. Great the conflict & great the jealousy In cold poisons: but Urizen smote him 5: First he poison’d the rocks with his blood20 Then polish’d his ribs, and his sinews Dried; laid them apart till winter; Then a Bow black prepar’d; on this Bow, A poisoned rock plac’d in silence: He utter’d these words to the Bow.25 86 6: O Bow of the clouds of secresy! O nerve of that lust form’d monster! Send this rock swift, invisible thro' The black clouds, on the bosom of Fuzon 7: So saying, In torment of his wounds,30 He bent the enormous ribs slowly; A circle of darkness! then fixed The sinew in its rest: then the Rock Poisonous source! plac’d with art, lifting difficult Its weighty bulk: silent the rock lay.35 8: While Fuzon his tygers unloosing Thought Urizen slain by his wrath. I am God. said he, eldest of things! 9: Sudden sings the rock, swift & invisible On Fuzon flew, enter’d his bosom;40 His beautiful visage, his tresses, That gave light to the mornings of heaven Were smitten with darkness, deform’d And outstretch’d on the edge of the forest 10: But the rock fell upon the Earth,45 Mount Sinai, in Arabia. b1.13.3 Chap: III: I: The Globe shook; and Urizen seated On black clouds his sore wound anointed The ointment flow’d down on the void Mix’d with blood; here the snake gets her poison50 2: With difficulty & great pain; Urizen Lifted on high the dead corse: On his shoulders he bore it to where A Tree hung over the Immensity 3: For when Urizen shrunk away55 From Eternals, he sat on a rock Barren; a rock which himself From redounding fancies had petrified Many tears fell on the rock, Many sparks of vegetation;60 Soon shot the pained root Of Mystery, under his heel: It grew a thick tree; he wrote In silence his book of iron: 87 Till the horrid plant bending its boughs65 Grew to roots when it felt the earth And again sprung to many a tree. 4: Amaz’d started Urizen! when He beheld himself compassed round And high roofed over with trees70 He arose but the stems stood so thick He with difficulty and great pain Brought his Books, all but the Book [ PLATE4 ] Of iron, from the dismal shade 5: The Tree still grows over the Void Enrooting itself all around An endless labyrinth of woe! 6: The corse of his first begotten5 On the accursed Tree of MYSTERY: On the topmost stem of this Tree Urizen nail’d Fuzons corse. b1.13.4 Chap: IV: 1: Forth flew the arrows of pestilence Round the pale living Corse on the tree10 2: For in Urizens slumbers of abstraction In the infinite ages of Eternity: When his Nerves of joy melted & flow’d A white Lake on the dark blue air In perturb’d pain and dismal torment15 Now stretching out, now swift conglobing. 3: Effluvia vapor’d above In noxious clouds; these hover’d thick Over the disorganiz’d Immortal, Till petrific pain scurfd o’er the Lakes20 As the bones of man, solid & dark 4: The clouds of disease hover’d wide Around the Immortal in torment Perching around the hurtling bones Disease on disease, shape on shape,25 Winged screaming in blood & torment. 5: The Eternal Prophet beat on his anvils Enrag’d in the desolate darkness 88 He forg’d nets of iron around And Los threw them around the bones30 6: The shapes screaming flutter’d vain Some combin’d into muscles & glands Some organs for craving and lust Most remain’d on the tormented void: Urizens army of horrors.35 7: Round the pale living Corse on the Tree Forty years flew the arrows of pestilence 8: Wailing and terror and woe Ran thro' all his dismal world: Forty years all his sons & daughters40 Felt their skulls harden; then Asia Arose in the pendulous deep. 9: They reptilize upon the Earth. 10: Fuzon groand on the Tree.

Chap: V

1: The lamenting voice of Ahania 45 Weeping upon the void. And round the Tree of Fuzon: Distant in solitary night Her voice was heard, but no form Had she: but her tears from clouds50 Eternal fell round the Tree 2: And the voice cried: Ah Urizen! Love! Flower of morning! I weep on the verge Of Non-entity; how wide the Abyss Between Ahania and thee!55 3: I lie on the verge of the deep. I see thy dark clouds ascend, I see thy black forests and floods, A horrible waste to my eyes! 4: Weeping I walk over rocks60 Over dens & thro' valleys of death Why didst thou despise Ahania To cast me from thy bright presence Into the World of Loneness 5: I cannot touch his hand:65 Nor weep on his knees, nor hear 89 His voice & bow, nor see his eyes And joy, nor hear his footsteps, and My heart leap at the lovely sound! I cannot kiss the place70 Whereon his bright feet have trod,

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But I wander on the rocks With hard necessity. 6: Where is my golden palace Where my ivory bed Where the joy of my morning hour5 Where the sons of eternity, singing 7: To awake bright Urizen my king! To arise to the mountain sport, To the bliss of eternal valleys: 8: To awake my king in the morn!10 To embrace Ahanias joy On the bredth of his open bosom: From my soft cloud of dew to fall In showers of life on his harvests. 9: When he gave my happy soul15 To the sons of eternal joy: When he took the daughters of life. Into my chambers of love: 10: When I found babes of bliss on my beds. And bosoms of milk in my chambers20 Fill’d with eternal seed O! eternal births sung round Ahania In interchange sweet of their joys. 11: Swell’d with ripeness & fat with fatness Bursting on winds my odors,25 My ripe figs and rich pomegranates In infant joy at thy feet O Urizen, sported and sang; 12: Then thou with thy lap full of seed With thy band full of generous fire30 Walked forth from the clouds of morning On the virgins of springing joy, On the human soul to cast The seed of eternal science. 13: The sweat poured down thy temples35 To Ahania return’d in evening 90 The moisture awoke to birth My mothers-joys, sleeping in bliss. 14: But now alone over rocks, mountains Cast out from thy lovely bosom: 40 Cruel jealousy! selfish fear! Self-destroying: how can delight, Renew in these chains of darkness Where bones of beasts are strown On the bleak and snowy mountains 45 Where bones from the birth are buried Before they see the light.

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