Subdued and clipped, a hollow voice cleaves through The haze that wraps me in pleasant lull of stress -- "All ready. Operating Room C-2." My body lies with languid passiveness, As something presses firmly on my face. "Breathe deeply -- deeply," strange commands, absurd -- Then, gloriously free, I soared through space With all the wide-winged ease of a swift bird. My husband's voice -- "We have -- we have a son" -- Oh, wondrous truth whose shining ecstasy Finds me in depths of dark oblivion! And I, who knew not child-birth's agony See Mary's gentle face, still calm and wise -- With just a little pity in her eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH GRANDMOTHER'S TEACHING by ALFRED AUSTIN A BALLADE OF COLLEGE GIRLS by F. R. BATCHELDER JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE THE LOST PLEAID by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |