Explore Poems: Birth
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- By Countee CullenSome are teethed on a silver spoon,
With the stars strung for a rattle;
I cut my teeth as the black … - By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit.
The pool is the only place where
screaming … - By Hannah LoweThe stork arrived alone one day,
beak sharpened like a bayonet.
All the love you’ve had turned bad! … - By Ross GayThe way the universe sat waiting to become,
quietly, in the nether of space and time,
you too remain… - By N. Scott MomadayI am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls… - By W. D. Snodgrass1
Child of my winter, born
When the new fallen soldiers froze
In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the… - By Sylvia PlathClownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common… - By William BlakeMy mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like… - By William BlakeI have no name
I am but two days old.—
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,—
Sweet joy… - By Hilda RazNew life! Will he toe out like Dolly, like John? Will her eyes be fires?
Blue and green, like Papa's… - By William Butler YeatsOnce more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.… - By Anna Lætitia BarbauldGerm of new life, whose powers expanding slow
For many a moon their full perfection wait,—
Haste, precious… - By Algernon Charles SwinburneI
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink,
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angel's lips to kiss… - By D. Nurkse1
I cradled my newborn daughter
and felt the heartbeat
pull me out of shock.
She didn’t know
what her… - By Anne WaldmanI wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe
I wore a garland of the brain that was whole
… - By David IgnatowYou wept in your mother's arms
and I knew that from then on
I was to forget myself.
Listening to your… - By Sophie JewettThe leaves talked in the twilight, dear;
Hearken the tale they told:
How in some far-off place and year… - By John FullerSleep little baby, clean as a nut,
Your fingers uncurl and your eyes are shut.
Your life was ours, which… - By Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWhen they did greet me Father, sudden Awe
Weigh'd down my spirit! I retired and knelt
Seeking the throne…