Blake's Wonderful Car Delivers Us Wonderfully Well
The driver bowed and took my things.
He wore a mackintosh and wings.
He wore a mackintosh and boots
the tender green of onion shoots,
and on his cap, in dappled green,
was "Blake's Celestial Limousine."
My suitcases began to purr.
"Your luggage is excessive, sir.
All luggage must be carried flat
and worn discreetly on your hat
or served with mustard on a bun."
Alarmed, I said I hadn't one.
My suitcases, my fondest hopes
grew small and pale as envelopes.
"Now all aboard and all at ease.
I only carry whom I please."
Uneasily I stepped inside
and found the seats so green and wide,
the grass so soft, the view so far
it scarcely could be called a car,
rather a wish that only flew
when I climbed in and found it true.
-Nancy Willard,
A Visit to William Blake's Inn
Poems for Innocent and Experienced Travelers