Infant Sorrow

By William Blake 1757–1827 William Blake
My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud; 
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my fathers hands: 
Striving against my swaddling bands: 
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mothers breast.

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Poet William Blake 1757–1827

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Subjects Family & Ancestors, Living, Relationships, Infancy

Occasions Birth, Birthdays

Poetic Terms Simile, Rhymed Stanza, Couplet

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In his Life of William Blake (1863) Alexander Gilchrist warned his readers that Blake "neither wrote nor drew for the many, hardly for work'y-day men at all, rather for children and angels; himself 'a divine child,' whose playthings were sun, moon, and stars, the heavens and the earth." Yet Blake himself believed that his writings were of national importance and that they could be understood by a majority of men. Far from being . . .

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SUBJECT Family & Ancestors, Living, Relationships, Infancy

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Poetic Terms Simile, Rhymed Stanza, Couplet

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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