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The Wednesday Poetry Corner With Keith Alan Watson

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My good friend, Niamh Clune, has given me another shot at a spot on her Corner. This week I’m featuring the great William Blake. “The Everlasting Gospel” is a brave piece of work. Come! See how he effected me in my early days as a man who wished to write lyrics and poetry. Thank you, friends!

Niamh Clune

Returning to the tree today for the Wednesday Corner is Keith Alan Watson who is better known to us as Uncle Tree! Keith writes of the passion of William Blake, one of my own favourites whose writing and beliefs first became known to me a a member of The Theosophical Society and The Druid Order. I was a young girl when I graced the boards of those London, occult institutions with my spiritually delving mind into the esoteric mysteries. Blake had a profound effect on me then. I still love his art – so passion-filled, so fervent! Thank you, Keith for bringing Blake to the tree today and for your own inimitable words.

The Everlasting Gospel By Keith Alan Watson

Hello, everyone! From my corner of the ring today, I bring the great William Blake (1757 to 1827). Born with many a gift in the arts, this overly-talented metaphysical visionary…

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The Wednesday Corner with Uncle Tree

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Many “Thanks!” to Niamh Clune for featuring me today
On The Plum Tree. D.H. Lawrence’s “Shadows”
is the poem I review. Come have a look-see?
Thank you! Uncle Tree

Niamh Clune

 It is my great pleasure to welcome Uncle Tree. He should feel quite at home here as he has great sympathy with roots and branches! The root of his post on the Wednesday Corner is his appreciation of the work of D.H. Lawrence – the branches of which, reach into Heaven itself. Many thanks, Uncle Tree aka Keith Alan Watson for being on the Plum Tree today. 

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I’d like to thank Niamh for allowing me to share the spotlight with a man who taught me much, David Herbert Lawrence. I was 42 when D. H. and I first met up in the library. “Sons And Lovers” got us acquainted, and “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” kept us together for quite some time. I found it easy to admire his mastery oflanguage, his courage to face life, and his persistence in seeking peace whilst rocking the boat simultaneously! The Priest Of Love practiced a gospel that was foreign to…

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