Infant Sorrow
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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