Poem of the day – INFANT SORROW 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 bestTo sulk upon my mother's breast.
- INFANT SORROW by William Blake
Poem of the day – When My Sorrow Was Born by Khalil Gibran When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over itwith loving tenderness.And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautifuland full of wondrous delights.And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the worldabout us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly withSorrow.And when we conversed, my Sorrow ...
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