Infant Sorrow by William Blake

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-band
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

stripped version :

Mother groaned, father wept
into the world I lept

Struggling in hands
striving
I thought best
to sulk
Rewritten version :

Orange sky,
That wicked red that burns against all life,
Scorching that soul in our eyes,
And driving all men mad,
All sane notions cast into the sea,
Happiness left to fizzle,
And fade,
Into that haze,

Orange sky,
That leaves me wanting your embrace,
Leaves me to cry,
Pray,
Rage,
And Drown in my faith,

That orange sky,
Which wraps around the mountains,
Teaches all that life forgot,
Tortures me with all its might,
And leaves me all alone in July,

*SUDDENLY*

The firmament clear & bright
The flowers captivate man sight
The song birds sing gave strength & might
To walk along side
The Queen of the coast side
Giving a pleasant feeling inside
& a gloomy joy on the outside.

Suddenly.
Suddenly.

The nature changed form
Cloudy storm
Stormy wind
Windy day

In the middle of the ocean
Did I find me, Searching for a clear end
But all I see is a dead end.

As I walked out one evening - W. H Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,