WILLIAM BLAKE AND HIS ILLUSTRATIONS TO THE DIVINE COMEDY
II. HIS OPINIONS ON DANTE
AS Blake sat bent over the great drawing-book, in which he
made his designs to “The Divine Comedy,” he was very
certain that he
and Dante represented spiritual states which
face one another in an eternal enmity.
Dante, because a
great poet, was “inspired by the Holy Ghost” ; but his
inspiration was mingled with a certain philosophy, blown
up out of his age, which
Blake held for mortal and the enemy of immortal
things, and which from the
earliest times has sat in high places and ruled the
world. This philosophy was the
philosophy of soldiers, of men of the world,
of priests busy with government, of
all who, because of their absorption in
active life, have been persuaded to judge
and to punish ; and partly also,
he admitted, the philosophy of Christ ; who, in
descending into the world, had
to take on the world ; who, in being born of Mary,
a symbol of the law in
Blake’s symbolic language, had to ” take after his mother,”
and drive the
money-changers out of the Temple. Opposed to this was another
philosophy,
not made by men of action, drudges of time and space, but by Christ
when
wrapped in the divine essence, and by artists and poets, who are taught by
the
nature of their craft to sympathize with all living things, and who, the more
pure and fragrant is their lamp, pass the further from all limitations, to come
at last to forget good and evil in an absorbing vision of the happy and the
unhappy. The one philosophy was worldly, and established for the ordering
of the
body and the fallen will, and, so long as it did not call its “laws of
prudence”
“the laws of God,” was a necessity, because “you cannot have
liberty in this world
without what you call moral virtue” ; the other was
divine, and established for
the peace of the imagination and the unfallen will,
and, even when obeyed with a
too literal reverence, could make men sin against
no higher principality than
prudence. He called the followers of the first
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philosophy pagans, no matter by what name they knew themselves ; because
the
pagans, as he understood the word pagan, believed more in the outward
life, and in
what he called “war, princedom, and victory,” than in the secret
life of the
spirit : and the followers of the second philosophy Christians,
because only those
whose sympathies had been enlarged and instructed by
art and poetry could obey the
Christian command of unlimited forgiveness.
Blake had already found this “pagan”
philosophy in Swedenborg, in Milton,
in Wordsworth, in Sir Joshua Reynolds, in many
persons, and it had
roused him so constantly and to such angry paradox, that its
overthrow
became the signal passion of his life, and filled all he did and thought
with the excitement of a supreme issue. Its kingdom was bound to grow
weaker
so soon as life began to lose a little in crude passion and naive
tumult ; but
Blake was the first to announce its successor, and he did
this, as must needs be
with revolutionists who also have “the law” for
“mother,” with so firm a
conviction that the things his opponents held white
were indeed black, and the
things they held black indeed white ; with so strong
a persuasion that all busy
with government are men of darkness and “some-
thing other than human life” ; with
such a fluctuating fire of stormy paradox,
that his phrases seem at times to
foreshadow those French mystics who have
taken upon their shoulders the overcoming
of all existing things, and say
their prayers “to Lucifer, son of the morning,
derided of priests and of kings.”
The kingdom that was passing was, he held, the
kingdom of the Tree of
Knowledge ; the kingdom that was coming was the kingdom of
the Tree of
Life : men who ate from the Tree of Knowledge wasted their days in
anger
against one another, and in taking one another captive in great nets ; men
who sought their food among the green leaves of the Tree of Life condemned
none but the unimaginative and the idle, and those who forget that even
love and
death and old age are an imaginative art.
In these opposing kingdoms is the explanation of the petulant
sayings he
wrote on the margins of the great sketch-book, and of those
others, still more
petulant, which Crabb Robinson has treasured in his diary. The
sayings about
the forgiveness of sins have no need of further explanation, and are
in contrast
with the attitude of that excellent commentator, Herr Hettinger, who,
though
Dante swooned from pity at the tale of Francesca, will only “sympathize”
with
her “to a certain extent,” being taken in a theological net. “It seems as if
Dante,” Blake wrote, “supposes God was something superior to the Father of
Jesus ; for if he gives rain to the evil and the good, and his sun to the just and
the unjust, he can never have builded Dante’s Hell, nor the Hell of the Bible,
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as our parsons explain it. It must have been framed by the dark spirit itself,
and so I understand it.” And again, “Whatever task is of vengeance and
whatever
is against forgiveness of sin is not of the Father but of Satan, the
accuser,
the father of Hell.” And again, and this time to Crabb Robinson,
“Dante saw
devils where I saw none. I see good only.” “I have never
known a very bad man
who had not something very good about him.”
This forgiveness was not the
forgiveness of the theologian who has received a
commandment from afar off; but
of the mystical artist-legislator who believes
he has been taught, in a
mystical vision, that “the imagination is the man him-
self,” and believes he
has discovered in the practice of his art, that without a
perfect sympathy
there is no perfect imagination, and therefore no perfect life.
At another
moment he called Dante, “an atheist, a mere politician busied
about this world,
as Milton was, till, in his old age, he returned to God whom
he had had in his
childhood.” “Everything is atheism,” he had already
explained, “which assumes
the reality of the natural and unspiritual world.”
Dante, he held, assumed its
reality when he made obedience to its laws
the condition of man’s happiness
hereafter, and he set Swedenborg beside
Dante in misbelief for calling Nature,
“the ultimate of Heaven,” a lowest rung,
as it were, of Jacob’s ladder, instead
of a net woven by Satan to entangle
our wandering joys and bring our hearts
into captivity. There are certain
curious unfinished diagrams scattered here
and there among the now separated
pages of the sketch-book, and of these there
is one which, had it had all its
concentric rings filled with names, would have
been a systematic exposition of
his animosities, and of their various
intensity. It represents Paradise, and in
the midst, where Dante emerges from
the earthly Paradise, is written,
“Homer,” and in the next circle,
“Swedenborg,” and on the margin these
words : “Everything in Dante’s Paradise
shows that he has made the earth the
foundation of all, and its goddess Nature,
memory,” memory of sensation, “not
the Holy Ghost. . . . Round Purgatory is
Paradise, and round Paradise
vacuum. Homer is the centre of all, I mean the
poetry of the heathen.” The
statement that round Paradise is vacuum is a proof
of the persistence of his
ideas and of his curiously literal understanding of
his own symbols ; for
it is but another form of the charge made against Milton
many years
before in “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.” “In Milton the Father
is
destiny, the son a ratio of the five senses,” Blake’s definition of the
reason
which is the enemy of the imagination, “and the Holy Ghost vacuum.”
Dante, like the Kabalists, symbolized the highest order of created beings by
the
fixed stars, and God by the darkness beyond them, the Primum
Mobile.
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Blake, absorbed in his very different vision, in which God took always a human
shape, believed that to think of God under a symbol drawn from the outer
world
was in itself idolatry ; but that to imagine Him as an unpeopled im-
mensity
was to think of Him under the one symbol furthest from His essence;
it being a
creation of the ruining reason, “generalizing” away ” the minute
particulars of
life.” Instead of seeking God in the deserts of time and space, in
exterior
immensities, in what he called “the abstract void,” he believed that the
further he dropped behind him memory of time and space, reason builded
upon
sensation, morality founded for the ordering of the world ; and the more
he was
absorbed in emotion ; and, above all, in emotion escaped from the impulse
of
bodily longing and the restraints of bodily reason, in artistic emotion ; the
nearer did he come to Eden’s “breathing garden,” to use his beautiful phrase,
and to the unveiled face of God. No worthy symbol of God existed but the
inner
world, the true humanity, to whose various aspects he gave many names,
“Jerusalem,” “Liberty,” “Eden,” “The Divine Vision,” “The Body of God,”
“The
Human Form Divine,” “The Divine Members,” and whose most intimate
expression
was Art and Poetry. He always sang of God under this symbol :
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God Our Father dear ;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is man, His child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart ;
Pity a human face ;
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine—
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
Whenever he gave this symbol a habitation in space he set it in the sun, the
father of light and life ; and set in the darkness beyond the stars, where light
and life die away, Og and Anak and the giants that were of old, and the
iron throne of Satan.
By thus contrasting Blake and Dante by the light of Blake’s
paradoxical
wisdom, and as though there was no great truth hung from
Dante’s beam of
the balance, I but seek to interpret a little-understood
philosophy rather
than one incorporate in the thought and habits of
Christendom. Every
philosophy has half its truth from times and generations ;
and to us one half
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of the philosophy of Dante is less living than his poetry ; while the truth
Blake preached, and sang, and painted, is the root of the cultivated life, of the
fragile perfect blossom of the world born in ages of leisure and peace, and
never yet to last more than a little season ; the life those
Phæacians—who told
Odysseus that they had set their hearts in
nothing but in “the dance, and
changes of raiment, and love and
sleep”—lived before Poseidon heaped a
mountain above them ; the lives of
all who, having eaten of the tree of life,
love, more than the barbarous ages
when none had time to live, “the minute
particulars of life,” the little
fragments of space and time, which are wholly
flooded by beautiful emotion
because they are so little they are hardly of
time and space at all. “Every
space smaller than a globule of man’s blood,”
he wrote, “opens into eternity of
which this vegetable earth is but a shadow.”
And again, “Every time less than a
pulsation of the artery is equal in its
tenor and value to six thousand years,
for in this period the poet’s work is
done, and all the great events of time
start forth, and are conceived : in such a
period, within a moment, a pulsation
of the artery.” Dante, indeed, taught,
in the “Purgatorio,” that sin and virtue
are alike from love, and that love is
from God ; but this love he would
restrain by a complex external law, a
complex external Church. Blake, upon the
other hand, cried scorn upon the
whole spectacle of external things, a vision
to pass away in a moment, and
preached the cultivated life, the internal Church
which has no laws but beauty,
rapture, and labour. “I know of no other
Christianity, and of no other
gospel, than the liberty both of body and mind to
exercise the divine arts
of imagination, the real and eternal world of which
this vegetable universe is
but a faint shadow, and in which we shall live in
our eternal or imaginative
bodies when these vegetable mortal bodies are no
more. The Apostles knew
of no other gospel. What are all their spiritual gifts
? What is the divine
spirit ? Is the Holy Ghost any other than an intellectual
fountain ? What is
the harvest of the gospel and its labours ? What is the
talent which it is a curse
to hide ? What are the treasures of heaven which we
are to lay up for our-
selves ? Are they any other than mental studies and
performances ? What
are all the gifts of the gospel, are they not all mental
gifts ? Is God a spirit
who must be worshipped in spirit and truth ? And are
not the gifts of the
spirit everything to man ? O ye religious ! discountenance
every one among
you who shall pretend to despise art and science. I call upon
you in the
name of Jesus ! What is the life of man but art and science ? Is it
meat
and drink ? Is not the body more than raiment ? What is mortality but the
things relating to the body which dies ? What is immortality but the things
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relating to the spirit which lives eternally ? What is the joy of Heaven but
improvement in the things of the spirit ? What are the pains of Hell but
ignorance, idleness, bodily lust, and the devastation of the things of the
spirit ? Answer this for yourselves, and expel from among you those who
pretend
to despise the labours of art and science, which alone are the labours
of the
gospel. Is not this plain and manifest to the thought ? Can you think
at all,
and not pronounce heartily that to labour in knowledge is to build
Jerusalem,
and to despise knowledge is to despise Jerusalem and her builders ?
And
remember, he who despises and mocks a mental gift in another, calling it
pride,
and selfishness, and sin, mocks Jesus, the giver of every mental gift,
which
always appear to the ignorance-loving hypocrites as sins. But that
which is sin
in the sight of cruel man is not sin in the sight of our kind God.
Let every
Christian as much as in him lies engage himself openly and publicly
before all
the world in some mental pursuit for the building of Jerusalem.” I
have given
the whole of this long passage, because, though the very keystone
of his
thought, it is little known, being sunk, like nearly all of his most
profound
thoughts, in the mysterious prophetic books. Obscure about much
else, they are
always lucid on this one point, and return to it again and
again. “I care not
whether a man is good or bad,” are the words they put
into the mouth of God,
“all that I care is whether he is a wise man or a fool.
Go put off holiness and
put on intellect.” This cultivated life, which seems to us
so artificial a
thing, is really, according to them, the laborious re-discovery of
the golden
age, of the primeval simplicity, of the simple world in which Christ
taught and
lived, and its lawlessness is the lawlessness of Him “who being
all virtue
acted from impulse, and not from rules,”
And his seventy disciples sent
Against religion and government.
The historical Christ was indeed no more than the supreme symbol
of the
artistic imagination, in which, with every passion wrought to
perfect beauty by
art and poetry, we shall live, when the body has passed away
for the last time ;
but before that hour man must labour through many lives and
many deaths.
“Men are admitted into heaven, not because they have curbed and
governed their
passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings.
The treasures
of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of
intellect, from which the
passions emanate, uncurbed in their eternal glory.
The fool shall not enter
into heaven, let him be ever so holy. Holiness is not
the price of entering
into heaven. Those who are cast out are all those who,
having no passions of
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their own, because no intellect, have spent their lives in curbing and governing
other people’s by the various arts of poverty and cruelty of all kinds. The
modern Church crucifies Christ with the head downwards. Woe, woe, woe to
you hypocrites.” After a time man has “to return to the dark valley whence
he
came and begin his labours anew,” but before that return he dwells in the free-
dom of imagination, in the peace of “the divine image,” “the divine vision,” in
the peace that passes understanding, and is the peace of art. “I have been very
near the gates of death,” Blake wrote in his last letter, “and have returned very
weak and an old man, feeble and tottering, but not in spirit and life, not in
the
real man, the imagination, which liveth for ever. In that I grow stronger
and
stronger as this foolish body decays . . . Flaxman is gone and we must all
soon
follow, everyone to his eternal home, leaving the delusions of goddess
Nature
and her laws, to get into freedom from all the laws of the numbers,” the
multi-
plicity of nature, “into the mind in which everyone is king and priest
in his own
house.” The phrase about the king and priest is a memory of the
crown and
mitre set upon Dante’s head before he entered Paradise. Our
imaginations are
but fragments of the universal imagination, portions of the
universal body of
God, and as we enlarge our imagination by imaginative
sympathy, and transform,
with the beauty and the peace of art, the sorrows and
joys of the world, we put
off the limited mortal man more and more, and put on
the unlimited “immortal
man.” “As the seed waits eagerly watching for its
flower and fruit, anxious its
little soul looks out into the clear expanse to
see if hungry winds are abroad with
their invisible array ; so man looks out in
tree, and herb, and fish, and bird,
and beast, collecting up the fragments of
his immortal body into the elemental
forms of everything that grows. … In
pain he sighs, in pain he labours in
his universe, sorrowing in birds over the
deep, or howling in the wolf over the
slain, and moaning in the cattle, and in
the winds.” Mere sympathy for all
living things is not enough, because we must
learn to separate their “infected”
from their eternal, their satanic from their
divine part ; and this can only be
done by desiring always beauty ; the one
mask through which can be seen the
unveiled eyes of eternity. We must then be
artists in all things, and under-
stand that love and old age and death are
first among the arts. In this sense,
he insists that “Christ’s apostles were
artists,” that “Christianity is Art,” and
that “the whole business of man is
the arts.” Dante, who deified law, selected
its antagonist, passion, as the
most important of sins, and made the regions where
it was punished the largest.
Blake, who deified imaginative freedom, held
“corporeal reason” for the most
accursed of things, because it makes the
imagination revolt from the
sovereignty of beautyand pass under the sovereignty
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of corporeal law, and this is “the captivity in Egypt.” True art is expressive
and symbolic, and makes every form, every sound, every colour, every gesture,
a
signature of some unanalyzable, imaginative essence. False art is not expres-
sive but mimetic, not from experience, but from observation ; and is the
mother
of all evil, persuading us to save our bodies alive at no matter what
cost of
rapine and fraud. True art is the flame of the last day, which begins
for every
man, when he is first moved by beauty, and which seeks to burn
all things until
they “become infinite and holy.”
Blake’s distaste for Dante’s philosophy did not make him a less
sympathetic illustrator, any more than did his distaste for the
philosophy
of Milton mar the beauty of his illustrations to “Paradise Lost.” The
illus-
trations which accompany the present article are, I think, among the
finest
he ever did, and are certainly faithful to the text of “The Divine
Comedy.”
That of Dante talking with Uberti, and that of Dante in the circle of
the
thieves, are notable for the flames which, as always in Blake, live with a
more vehement life than any mere mortal thing : fire was to him no unruly
offspring of human hearths, but the Kabalistic element, one fourth of creation,
flowing and leaping from world to world, from hell to hell, from heaven to
heaven ; no accidental existence, but the only fit signature, because the only
pure substance, for the consuming breath of God. In the man, about to
become a
serpent, and in the serpent, about to become a man, in the second
design, he
has created, I think, very curious and accurate symbols of an
evil that is not
violent, but is subtle, finished, plausible. The sea and
clouded sun in the
drawing of Dante and Virgil climbing among the rough
rocks at the foot of the
Purgatorial mountain, and the night sea and spare
vegetation in the drawing of
the sleep of Virgil, Dante and Statius near to
its summit, are symbols of
divine acceptance, and foreshadow the land-
scapes of his disciples Calvert,
Palmer, and Linnell, famous interpreters of
peace.
The faint unfinished figures in the globe of light in the drawing
of
the sleepers are the Leah and Rachel of Dante’s dream, the active
and
the contemplative life of the spirit, the one gathering flowers, the
other
gazing at her face in the glass. It is curious that Blake has made no
attempt, in these drawings, to make Dante resemble any of his portraits,
especially as he had, years before, painted Dante in a series of por-
traits of
poets, of which many certainly tried to be accurate portraits. I
have not yet
seen this picture, but if it has Dante’s face, it will convince
me that he
intended to draw, in the present case, the soul rather than the
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body of Dante, and read “The Divine Comedy” as a vision seen not in the
body
but out of the body. Both the figures of Dante and Virgil have the
slightly
feminine look which he gave to representations of the soul.
W. B. YEATS.
MLA citation:
Yeats, William Butler. “William Blake and His Illustrations to the Divine Comedy II.” The Savoy, vol. 4, August 1896, pp. 87-90. Savoy Digital Edition, edited by Christopher Keep and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2018-2020. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/savoyv4-yeats-blake/