It was 1972. I was in Grade 12. While taking my English 12 course, I had discovered, and fallen in love with, the poetry of William Blake.
That December I also learned that my father was dying of cancer.
I was 17.
This was my Christmas present that year:
This was the inscription inside the front cover:
That inscription has carried me all these years.
I have often thought that one day I will have it tattooed under the hummingbird on my right shoulder.
It is already tattooed on my heart.
Auguries of Innocence
To See a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a wild flower
To hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.