William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Little Black Boy

Poem by William Blake

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,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

'For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice,
Saying, 'Come out from the grove, my love and care
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice','

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.


Comments about The Little Black Boy by William Blake

  • Konab GhummanKonab Ghumman (5/7/2019 5:30:00 AM)

    Blake is a very powerful poet as is seen in this poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Mobein (1/21/2018 10:10:00 AM)

    This is better than many verses of Bible and Quraan...(Report)Reply

    Solomon Senxer(9/13/2019 11:48:00 PM)

    Huh! !

    But, yeah! The poem is great!

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  • Pradnya kasbe (11/10/2017 8:47:00 AM)

    Its a very intresting. In stanza 1 when boy describes him self it is wonderful. And inspiring(Report)Reply

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  • Vevonulu Cho-oVevonulu Cho-o (9/25/2016 10:32:00 AM)

    I really like this poem. Its really comforting.(Report)Reply

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  • Duncan Stephen (11/21/2015 10:55:00 AM)

    William Blake is a very powerful poet as is seen in this poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Edgar StevensEdgar Stevens (6/11/2015 9:19:00 AM)

    love conquers loneliness(Report)Reply

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  • Colleen Watt (4/8/2006 8:33:00 AM)

    These old poems are so glorious, do our members only comment on modernstuff often very hard to understand(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001



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