I read this for #SundayPoetry and the group Catching Up On Classics.

Unfortunately I couldn't track down an edition with Blake's illustrations (he was a printmaker, too). [Update: https://www.bl.uk/works/songs-of-innocence-and-experience#]. But I remember last year I went to an exhibition here in São Paulo on the translation of The Tyger that included an enlarged copy of his original print... lovely. The exhibition itself was a testament to how captivating Blake's poetry is: it seems that nearly all Brazilian and Portuguese authors worth their translation weight have tried their hand at it. A rite of passage, to capture the Tyger.

The poems I liked the best were irreverent, unexpected. At times I get caught in the trap of thinking that Victorian prudishness extended much farther back in time, and I'm always happy to discover I'm wrong.