Citation de Cosaque
Oeuvres II : poèmes tirés de divers manuscrits, l'évangile éternel, les portes du paradis
William Blake
William Blake
Infant sorrow
My mother groan'd, my father wept;
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
My mother groan'd, my father wept;
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
