Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAESARIAN, by CAMILLE DU BARRY First Line: Woman, you are big with child Last Line: Alas, little mother, you are dead! Subject(s): Babies; Milk; Mothers; Infants; Milkmen; Milkmaids | ||||||||
Woman, you are big with child. Life pulses and stirs in the cloister of your warm womb; That life your love and passion brought into being. No tears now gleam in your pain-racked eyes; No quiver is noticeable upon your parted lips; You are destined to bear a child; For days you have dreamed of this great fulfillment. Now you do not smile; You do not cry out; You make no move; Only that spark of life within you is stirring restlessly. That little life will never cause you a tear And never a smile. You will not worry as other mothers must; You will be spared the knowledge of disappointment, And denied the sweetness of childish confidence. Though warm within your womb new life is struggling, Your baby, your own flesh and blood, You make no sign; No pain disturbs you; No joy is burning In your milk-swelled breasts. The doctor is bending over you with long forceps. You do not cringe; You do not moan; You know no fear; You feel no pain; Alas, little mother, you are dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SON SWEARS HE HAS 102 GALLONS OF WATER IN HIS BODY by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE MY MOTHER'S MILKMAN by DIANE WAKOSKI BABY'S PANTOUM by ANNE WALDMAN MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO MILKING TIME by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR LYNTON VERSES: 3 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONG OF MY SOUL by CAMILLE DU BARRY |
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