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The Little Black Boy

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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:
'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
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Konab Ghumman 07 May 2019
Blake is a very powerful poet as is seen in this poem.
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Mobein 21 January 2018
This is better than many verses of Bible and Quraan...
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Solomon Senxer 13 September 2019
Huh! ! But, yeah! The poem is great!
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Pradnya kasbe 10 November 2017
Its a very intresting. In stanza 1 when boy describes him self it is wonderful. And inspiring
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Vevonulu Cho-o 25 September 2016
I really like this poem. Its really comforting.
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Duncan Stephen 21 November 2015
William Blake is a very powerful poet as is seen in this poem.
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Edgar Stevens 11 June 2015
love conquers loneliness
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Colleen Watt 08 April 2006
These old poems are so glorious, do our members only comment on modernstuff often very hard to understand
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