Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIRTH, by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN First Line: Just when each bud was big with bloom Last Line: Peace laid upon her breast a child. Alternate Author Name(s): Raymond, Grace Subject(s): Birth; Children; Mothers; Child Birth; Midwifery; Childhood | ||||||||
JUST when each bud was big with bloom, And as phophetic of perfume, When spring with her bright horoscope, Was sweet as an unuttered hope; Just when the last star flickered out, And twilight, like a soul in doubt, Hovered between the dark and dawn, And day lay waiting to be born; Just when the gray and dewy air Grew sacred as an unvoiced prayer, And somewhere through the dusk she heard The stirring of a nested bird, -- Four angels glorified the place: Wan Pain unveiled her awful face; Joy, soaring, sang; Love, brooding smiled; Peace laid upon her breast a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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