William Blake's "The Chimney Sweeper" and "London" Responses

The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake (665)

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

 

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curl'd llke a lamb's back. was shav'd: so I said
"Hush. Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

 

And so he was quiet & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned or Jack.
Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black.

 

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he open'd the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river. and shine in the Sun.

 

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark.
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.

The poem is about children of poor families who have to work as chimney sweepers. The children live terrible lives at their own expense with all that they earn from their work going to their parents. The children are complete victims, yet are unknowing of this. They have been conditioned to believe that if they do what they are told they will get into heaven. So the children suffer without any rewards all because they cannot comprehend otherwise.

London by William Blake (700)

I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

 
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
 
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

This poem appears to make a statement about the overall conditions of society at the time. The people are tired, sick, and sad. The society is lawless and the church and royalty are corrupt. The youth of society are being effected negatively by this corruption and bloodshed.

"The Ones Who Walk Away form Omelas" & "Harrison Bergeron" Responses

The Ones Who Walk Away form Omelas by Ursula K. Le Guin

I actually really like the story The Ones Who Walk Away form Omelas by Ursula K. Le Guin. It is not the first time I have read it, but the story is interesting enough to where you cannot get bored of it from rereading it ever so often. I feel that the story implies a strong point. Also, I love how Le Guin presents the story in such a way that it leaves the readers to form a difficult opinion. This being whether or not the people who stay in Omelas or the people who leave it are the stronger ones. Both sides make impressive arguements in the story as either one can claim that their actions are stronger and then defend it. However, I think that in the end both sides reach a standstill and cannot fully prove that their side is better than the other. Such is why I find the story to be so good and entertaining to read.

Whenever I read The Ones Who Walk Away form Omelas, I wonder how the author, Ursula K. Le Guin, came to write it. It would seem that writing the story out would be less difficult than thinking up the story and what it is about. I just wonder what caused Le Guin to think of this story in such complex terms. or at least the story seems deep and complex to me.

Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

This was my first time reading Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and frankly I loved this story. Harrison Bergeron to me seems like a three page alternative to George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, Ayn Rand's Anthem and other various similar works. The futuristic theme with the dystopian society is well used and tried. Yet, I found Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. to be an enjoyable read nonetheless. I felt that despite the story's lengh, Harrison Bergeron managed to present differences that counted for the short story's over-used themes. Variety is a definate way to keep genres from going stale in my own opinion.

It felt odd to be reading Harrison Bergeron along with The Ones Who Walk Away form Omelas. I understand why they were read together since they both focus on imaginary societies that sacrifice something in order to keep their society in order. However, I felt that the points that the authors of the stories were trying to make were not so similar. I felt that if what the authors seemed to imply was similar the stories would have fit together and compared much better.