“Infant Sorrow” by William Blake [w/ Audio]

My mother groan'd! 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 swadling bands.
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

PROMPT: Birth Year

Share what you know about the year you were born.

Wow. Not a lot. The war in Vietnam was in full swing, and Nixon was in the White House, but nothing else springs to mind. Over the years, I’ve looked it up, including the big books and films of the year, but it’s all utterly unrememberable. It hasn’t been long since I looked up what film won the Oscar, and I forgot it — something that no one but film school students and niche art historians are aware of today. (i.e. Nothing that shows up on your Netflix “Classic Films” feed.)