New Mother - by
I folded the scan picture like a brewing secret
gave a copy to my mother, the gift of birth passed down
the hands of women
I folded the scan picture like a brewing secret
gave a copy to my mother, the gift of birth passed down
the hands of women
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer
My neck, where love ran
/ Just under the skin
/ Is now an old rickety ladder to the brain.
/
/ My breasts, a full delight…
wise women
welcome as sunshine
spreading delight
‘It sounds very very high’
/
/ and she sobs for the joy of it,
/ for the reds and blues of it,
/ the shock, the…
Love has been loitering
/ down this corridor
/ has been seen
/ chatting up out-patients
/ spinning the wheels of wheelchairs
/ fluttering the pulse of the night nurse
/ appearing,…
It was such a day
of sunshine wall to wall,
of heat haze and the year’s first frogs,
of blue hills stretching yonder.
I am happy
/ it’s so simple
/
/ I am carrying happiness
/ in my hands
/ …
‘We’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it!’…
A day so happy.
/ Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
/ Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
/ There was no thing on…
The world is so full of a number of things
/ I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
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