In this installment, Paula Bohince reads “The Lamb” by William Blake. Bohince’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Agni, Antioch Review, Field, Green Mountains Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry Northwest, Prairie Schooner, Poetry Daily and Best New Poets 2005. She has received the Grolier Poetry Prize, residencies from the MacDowell Colony, and artist's grants from the Puffin Foundation and the Ludwig Vogelstein Foundation.

William Blake, "The Lamb"

Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee

Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.