The Little Black Boy by William Blake : The Poetry Foundation

My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white; / White as an angel is the English child: / But I am black as if bereav’d of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.
Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.
And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:
Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

Source: The Little Black Boy by William Blake : The Poetry Foundation  Blake_black_boy

Couldn’t find a more fitting poem to share in commemoration to the closing of Black history month according to the US calendar. William Blake’s Poem, “The Little Black Boy” captures the essence of both body and soul duality that exists among humanity.

Not only, does Blake highlight in descriptive detail differed skin color contrasts, Blake, artistically describes the the visible appearance of the body and that of the ultimate collective unity of souls with divine love. In conclusion Blake unveils the unseen unifying aspects of the soul with the divine that transcends color.

In reflection, with all the racial tension often in depute today in the world, William Blake’s poem.”The Little Black Boy” highlights the beauty of how all lives matter in the unseen end. More importantly that our souls, the souls of humanity can shine past the boundaries of race and color to a realization of its meaningful existence in Love.

Peace and Blessings.



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