Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Rula

Jul 13, 2017 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

This poem is part of the workshop:

IMAGERY IN POETRY( ready to start?)

(Read More...)

Infant Sorrow by William Blake (Imagery WS)

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.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

Favorite Poets: I favor the ones who are closer to humanity and , Poets are humanity when the world lose it.

This user supports Neopoet so it can be free to all

More from this author

Comments

S

7 years 11 months ago

Hi Rula

An excellent short poem I'd never read. Should be a good one for shop purposes also