What a truly remarkable poem The Echoing Green is. I think William Blake is able in just a few stanzas, three stanzas, to take us almost to the history of our entire lives, and a reflection of our youth.
The dimming of the day as well becomes a metaphor for age.
The Echoing Green by William Blake
The sun does arise and make happy the skies and the married bells ring to welcome the spring Skylark and thrush. the birds of the bush, sing louder around to the bells, cheerful soun.
So the birds are louder, to meet the bells, which is really interesting how we have natural and man-made in conversation, we get a sense of joy, and happy penis.
It’s like a Disney movie almost like us, no white or something, while our sports shall be seen on the Echoing Green while our sports so the perspective we have is of children.
It seems and shall be seen by who, by whom are on the Echoing Green?
The green again, we have that pastoral setting, the echoing echo meets the Echo.
I think is important because it’s a sound that returns and Nance what’s going on in this poem. Because old john with white hair, just laugh away care.
Age does not mean burden, he laughs away the care. And he’s sitting under the yoke among the old folk, with the other elderly, they laugh and are playing and soon they’ll say, such word, the choice.
When we are girls and boys, in our youth time we’re seen on the Echoing Green.
It’s not exactly an astrologer, I want to write an astrologer. But it isn’t.
It’s remembrance and acceptance of the past. And this acceptance recognizes unity and loss.
It’s not like, you know, the nurse’s song where she now wants to control the inexperienced, where she wants to control and misses her time of you.
She act, they actually are participating in the joy and the wonder of watching the young and they don’t miss their youth, and they don’t resent their age.
And that repetition, I think, is really something I mean, even George Orwell named one of his essays such with a joy.
There’s something about the simple repetitions that Blake gets, that that that again echoes into a deeper resonance.
There isn’t a sense of bitterness here for me and I belong to that I just get nonrepetitious such were the joys.
Such were the joys, then such were the joys but they don’t have to be the joys now for me.
I’m okay with that separation, there’s a different type of joy now, that I get.
Now in the final stanza, we get a shift to the little ones weary, look at that shift.
So, there will be a time where tiredness no more can you be happy and the sun descends beginning the end of life in the tree sports have an end round the laps of their mothers.
All these children, the similarly like birds in their nests, are ready for rest.
So, coming home to another protection could be done.
And sport no more has seen on the darkening green. So no more. In the darkness of days. Do we get to see the joy because it does come to an end.
The Echoing Green is a really remarkable poem because it seems to be an acceptance of death and one that doesn’t have resentment or pain.
The imagery is again pastoral and joyful, while also showing that there is a darkening day. There is an end.