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Lyric Poem · Sad

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 best

To sulk upon my mother's breast.

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Poem
Infant Sorrow
Poet
William Blake
Length
8 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes
Sad, Short

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Shape
8 lines · 2 quatrains
Line length
Lines run 7-9 syllables (median 8), consistent with tetrameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.

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Author record
William Blake1757–1827
Source record
PoetryDBInfant Sorrow by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
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