Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BIRTH, by MARY CATHERINE BRENNAN First Line: At last the dread-awaited hour has come Last Line: She'd gladly brave that scorching path again. Subject(s): Birth; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Child Birth; Midwifery | ||||||||
At last the dread-awaited hour has come When she must front blind pain's extremity; Go down alone to forge the wracking key Of life. Black depths are there to plumb And waves of agony that beat and numb. And near, the shade of cold mortality Lurks, jealous of a Power that can decree Another unit to the human sum. A soul! And clothed in vesture that she lent In labored hours. Thank God she had that part. Her own, own son! . . . O love that bridges pain And gives its all, and giving, is not spent . . . For this dear helpless mite upon her heart She'd gladly brave that scorching path again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I AM AFRAID OF TURNING THE PAGE by CATE MARVIN ACCIDENTS OF BIRTH by WILLIAM MEREDITH ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS CURRICULUM VITAE by LISEL MUELLER FOUND IN THE CABBAGE PATCH by LISEL MUELLER |
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