Does anyone have any insight on any good poems about "child birth", or "a new baby" or "welcome to the world" type of theme. I'm looking for a tear jerker if you know of any!!
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From Australia, one of the best about a new babe; and it fits the season too.
Five Days Old
by Francis Webb
Christmas is in the air.
You are given into my hands
Out of quietest, loneliest lands.
My trembling is all my prayer.
To blown straw was given
All the fullness of Heaven.
The tiny, not the immense,
Will teach our groping eyes.
So the absorbed skies
Bleed stars of innocence.
So cloud-voice in war and trouble
Is at last Christ in the stable.
Now wonderingly engrossed
In your fearless delicacies,
I am launched upon sacred seas,
Humbly and utterly lost
In the mystery of creation,
Bells, bells of ocean.
Too pure for my tongue to praise,
That sober, exquisite yawn
Or the gradual, generous dawn
At an eyelid, maker of days:
To shrive my thought for perfection
I must breathe old tempests of action
For the snowflake and face of love.
Windfall and word of truth.
Honour close to death.
O eternal truthfulness, Dove,
Tell me what I hold––
Myrrh? Frankincense? Gold?
If this is man, then the danger
And fear are as lights of the inn,
Faint and remote as sin
Out here in the manger.
In the sleeping, weeping weather
We shall all kneel down together.
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by: Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
Hello! I have a poetry website that might help you. Used to put up a group of poems on a new theme every month. The last one I put up was poetry by parents. Put it up just before my oldest child was born and haven't had time to do another theme since smile. There are a few tear-jerkers on it. Links to the poets' websites are under their poems. If you are just reading it for your class you probably won't need permission, but if you are printing it in anything you will want to contact them and get permission. If you ask they'll probably let you use it--they let me.
So funny because I just came from there (I mean, literally used the link to e-mule poetry archives on the page to get here).
(Note...it says geocities.com but it shortened the link...just click on it and it will get you there).
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