William Blake: INFANT SORROW

William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)        


My mother groaned, my father wept;
Into the dangerous world I lept;
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.

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