Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER MIDNIGHT, by CHARLES VILDRAC Poet's Biography First Line: It is at morning, twilight they expire Last Line: Who has been born this evening in the house. Alternate Author Name(s): Messager, Charle Subject(s): Birth; Life; Child Birth; Midwifery | ||||||||
IT is at morning, twilight they expire; Death takes in hand, when midnight sounds, Millions of bodies in their beds, And scarcely anybody thinks of it. ... O men and women, you About to die at break of day, I see your hands' uneasy multitude, Which now the blood deserts for ever! White people in the throes of death, Wrestling in all the world to-night, And whom the weeping dawn will silence, Fearful I hear your gasping breath! How many of you there are dying! How can so many other folks be lying Asleep upon the shore of your death-rattles! ... Here is noise in the house; I am not the only one who hears you: Some one has stepped about a room, Some one has risen to watch over you. But no! It is a little song I hear. If some one stepped about a room, It was to go and rock a little child, Who has been born this evening in the house. | 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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