A visit to William Blake's inn Poems for innocent and experienced travelers

Nancy Willard

Book - 1981

A collection of poems describing the curious menagerie of guests who arrive at William Blake's inn.

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Published
New York : Harcourt Brace Jovanovich c1981.
Language
English
Main Author
Nancy Willard (-)
Other Authors
Alice Provensen (illustrator), Martin Provensen
Physical Description
44 p. : col. ill. ; 26 cm
ISBN
9781442034303
9780152938222
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

The Newbery Medal-winning, Caldecott Honor book about an imaginary inn belonging to William Blake, where remarkable guests are attended by an even more remarkable staff. Ages 4-8. (September) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Unquestionably a labor of love, this is set in an inn presided over by William Blake. There, dragons bake the bread, angels shake the featherbeds, a tiger, a rabbit, a bear, and other animals fill the rooms, sunflowers request ""a room with a view,"" and the only human guests we're introduced to are the little-boy narrator and ""the man in the marmalade hat""--who arrives ""equipped with a bottle of starch/ to straighten the bends in the road,"" then proceeds to ask for ""a room at the top."" The first of Willard's 16 verses begins, ""This inn belongs to William Blake/ and many are the beasts he's tamed/ and many are the stars he's named/ and many those who stop and take/ their joyful rest with William Blake."" The verses are laced with fancies but formally tidy, as are the Provensens' charming period illustrations, which give a quaint prim cast to such dreamlike phenomena as a flying carriage, a breakfast table balanced on a rooftop (breakfast is ""on the house""), and a parade of animals through the milky way, led by Blake, with the little boy astride the tiger. It's just as well that the Provensens' manner is poles apart from the visionary intensity of Blake's, but one wonders how Blake's work would inspire Willard to invoke his image and meter to such whimsical purpose. Still, the book is a visual pleasure, even beyond the illustrations, and the poetry accomplished, perhaps enchanting--as in "" 'Where did you sleep last night, Wise Cow?/ Where did you lay your head?'//'I caught my horn on a rolling cloud/ and made myself a bed,// and in the morning, ate it raw/ on freshly buttered bread.' "" It's a question of sensibility. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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