Benign accoucheur moving there And spreading gently sheets of rain, What garland colors will I bear Who suffer such expectant pain? Preparing me for coming birth You smooth my brow all heavy-veined -- (You drift, your step no step of earth; Instead, a distance lightly gained.) I labor calmly, patient, while Your skillful fingers aid my cause; At your resourcefulness I smile -- You handle fog like wads of gauze. . . . Now drape this rainbow; I am done; My flowers greet their father, Sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMRADE JESUS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM |