Comments on: ‘Infant Joy’ — Baby Name Poetry by William Blake http://www.amandabarden.com/2009/12/15/%e2%80%98infant-joy%e2%80%99-%e2%80%94-baby-name-poetry-by-william-blake/ Why waste hours looking through one long alphabetical list of names just to burn out even before you've run through A, B, and C? In this creative twist on the traditional name book, Baby Names Made Easy offers selections organized into categories of meaning, making it easier than ever to choose a name that is significant to you. Sat, 11 Feb 2012 08:02:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: Amanda Barden http://www.amandabarden.com/2009/12/15/%e2%80%98infant-joy%e2%80%99-%e2%80%94-baby-name-poetry-by-william-blake/comment-page-1/#comment-635 Amanda Barden Fri, 29 Jan 2010 07:19:56 +0000 http://www.amandabarden.com/?p=785#comment-635 I'm glad there are some poetry fans out there reading this! Thanks for sharing another Blake poem. It is powerful...it doesn't touch on baby naming, but that's OK. :) I’m glad there are some poetry fans out there reading this! Thanks for sharing another Blake poem. It is powerful…it doesn’t touch on baby naming, but that’s OK. :)

]]> By: Victor http://www.amandabarden.com/2009/12/15/%e2%80%98infant-joy%e2%80%99-%e2%80%94-baby-name-poetry-by-william-blake/comment-page-1/#comment-634 Victor Thu, 28 Jan 2010 23:06:52 +0000 http://www.amandabarden.com/?p=785#comment-634 Like many of Blake's *Songs of Innocence*, "Infant Joy" has a corrollary *Song of Experience*. It is called "Infant Sorrow", also a powerful poem, although perhaps less helpful in the baby naming process! 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. Like many of Blake’s *Songs of Innocence*, “Infant Joy” has a corrollary *Song of Experience*. It is called “Infant Sorrow”, also a powerful poem, although perhaps less helpful in the baby naming process!

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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