The Poetry Corner


By William Blake

Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl, For aught that I can see. For he shoots with his bow, And the girl shoots with her eye; And they both are merry and glad, And laugh when we do cry. Then to make Cupid a boy Was surely a woman's plan, For a boy never learns so much Till he has become a man. And then he's so pierced with cares, And wounded with arrowy smarts, That the whole business of his life Is to pick out the heads of the darts. William Blake.