Wednesday, January 01, 2020

Infant Sorrow

“Infant Sorrow,” by William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.

This poem, first published in 1794, was in a series of poems in Songs of Experience.

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