Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Dearest, it was a night Last Line: Thou, lovely thing. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter Subject(s): Birth; Daughters; Child Birth; Midwifery | ||||||||
Dearest, it was a night That in its darkness rocked Orion's stars; A sighing wind ran faintly white Along the willows, and the cedar boughs Laid their wide hands in stealthy peace across The starry silence of their antique moss: No sound save rushing air Cold, yet all sweet with Spring, And in thy mother's arms, couched weeping there, Thou, lovely thing. | 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 ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |
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