William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Infant Sorrow

Poem 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.


Comments about Infant Sorrow by William Blake

  • John Douglass (2/27/2017 3:38:00 AM)

    The Thing most people don't get is that there are two ways to look at this poem. First is describing a child being born and the second is a criticism of the industrial revolution.(Report)Reply

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  • John Douglass (2/27/2017 3:29:00 AM)

    The Thing most people don't get is that there are two ways to look at this poem. First is describing a child being born and the second is a criticism of the industrial revolution and child labor.(Report)Reply

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  • Indira RenganathanIndira Renganathan (2/23/2017 9:19:00 AM)

    Oh little babe, how did you know you were leaping into a dangerous world while you were still striving to come out?
    May be this eminent poet could imagine and read your mind....so he wrote this poem.....excellent(Report)Reply

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  • Alisha CastleAlisha Castle (2/10/2016 12:19:00 PM)

    Lovely poem by William Blake...As always.(Report)Reply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/13/2015 9:26:00 AM)

    Very high imaginations about the thoughts of child.(Report)Reply

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  • Walterrean Salley (3/30/2013 7:48:00 PM)

    Even babies experience so much that we, as adults, don't realize. I'm glad this child (with proper nurturing) made it. Very gifted, he had so much to offer, and has left the world a beautiful legacy. May many others experience such feat.(Report)Reply

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  • Poppi Westbury (2/28/2008 4:35:00 AM)

    This poem is so fun! The last line is perfect! Infant sorrow perfectly describes I think, how a little bub must feel upon arrival into the noisy bright world after being so snug in the womb for so long - at least until they realise you are there to love them and most importantly feed them ;) - then all sorrow must surely be gone!(Report)Reply

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  • Jiang Yunsheng (2/28/2008 1:32:00 AM)

    Infant Sorrow? The sorrow of human existence?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 9, 2001


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