By Countee Cullen
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the black ...
Explore Poems: Birth
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- By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit. The pool is the only place where screaming ...
- By Hannah LoweThe stork arrived alone one day, beak sharpened like a bayonet. All the love you’ve had turned bad! he sang, eyes...
- By Ross GayThe way the universe sat waiting to become, quietly, in the nether of space and time, you too remain...
- By N. Scott MomadayI am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls...
- By W. D. Snodgrass1 Child of my winter, born When the new fallen soldiers froze In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the...
- By Sylvia PlathClownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common...
- By William BlakeMy mother groand! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud; Like...
- By William BlakeI have no name I am but two days old.— What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,— Sweet joy...
- By Hilda RazNew life! Will he toe out like Dolly, like John? Will her eyes be fires? Blue and green, like Papa's...
- By William Butler YeatsOnce more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on....
- By Anna Lætitia BarbauldGerm of new life, whose powers expanding slow For many a moon their full perfection wait,— Haste, precious...
- By Algernon Charles SwinburneI A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss,...
- By D. Nurkse1 I cradled my newborn daughter and felt the heartbeat pull me out of shock. She didn’t know what her...
- By Anne WaldmanI wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe I wore a garland of the brain that was whole It...
- By David IgnatowYou wept in your mother's arms and I knew that from then on I was to forget myself. Listening to your...
- By Sophie JewettThe leaves talked in the twilight, dear; Hearken the tale they told: How in some far-off place and year...
- By John FullerSleep little baby, clean as a nut, Your fingers uncurl and your eyes are shut. Your life was ours, which...
- By Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWhen they did greet me Father, sudden AweWeigh'd down my spirit! I retired and kneltSeeking the throne...