Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON AN INFANT UNBORN, AND THE MOTHER DYING IN TRAVAIL, by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Within this grave there is a grave entomb'd Last Line: And keeps in travail till the day of doom. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, William Of Tavistock Subject(s): Stillbirth; Death - Childbirth | ||||||||
WITHIN this grave there is a grave entomb'd: Here lies a mother and a child enwomb'd; 'Twas strange that Nature so much vigour gave 'To one that ne'er was born to make a grave. Yet, an injunction stranger, Nature will'd her, Poor mother, to be tomb to that which kill'd her; And not with so much cruelty content, Buries the child, the grave, and monument. Where shall we write the epitaph? whereon? The child, the grave, the monument is gone; Or if upon the child we write a staff, Where shall we cut the tomb's own epitaph? Only this way is left; and now we must, As on a table carpeted with dust, Make chisels of our fingers, and engrave An epitaph both on the child and grave Within the dust: but when some days are gone, Will not that epitaph have need of one? I know it will; yet grave it there so deep, That those which knew the loss, and truly weep, May shed their tears so justly in that place, Which we before did with a finger trace, That filling up the letters, they shall lie As inlaid crystal to posterity: Where, as on glass, if any write another, Let him say thus: Here lies a hapless mother, Whom cruel fate hath made to be a tomb, And keeps in travail till the Day of Doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ANNIVERSARY by PRIMUS ST. JOHN STILLBIRTH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT OBEDIENCE OF THE CORPSE by CAROLYN D. WRIGHT STILL LIFE by ANNE MILLAY BREMER EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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