The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young Comments

The fantasy packed up in a death like sleep proceeding from the mind of a child labouring hard. The vent that is provided is a momentary promise that has the undertone of intepellation.

Quite a mystical poem, showing what happens to the unfortunate chimney sweeps after they die. They are fortunately rescued by an angel, who unlocks their coffins, opening to them the gates of Paradise, where God will look after them. A stunning poem.

This is not the first time I have read this poem. I think it is amazing. How could you not classify this as poetry? Chimney-sweepers were so common in that era. This was life. Poor children doing jobs for little or no money living with only their dreams. Excellent poem. I find William Blake a great writer.

Very boring, tasteless, grim, uninteresting, pathetic, carelessly written, shouldnt be classified as poetry!