Songs of Innocence and Experience: Infant Sorrow

Posted on Thursday, September 29, 2011 9:09 AM

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.

By Willaim Blake

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