I was in St. Paul's Cathedral yesterday and somewhere deep below in the crypt I saw the tomb of William Blake. A shiver ran down my spine. To stand there facing that immortal name. There was a nice plate with his wonderful lines:
To see the world in a grain of sand,
and to see heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hands,
and eternity in an hour.
Seeing his name upon those ancient walls was stunning for me as a poet. I revelled in the moment. I shall never forget it.
