Cloud (Infant sorrow)

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Cloud (Infant sorrow)

90.00

Cloud (Infant sorrow)

Acrylic and pencil on board

15x20cms

(framed)

The title is from a William Blake’s poem Infant Sorrow. I first read it when I was about eleven.

From a child’s perspective, it was both funny and empowering.

First verse:

My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

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