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November 28, 2016

Poem Before Birth


water, water,
flesh-cord feeding
taut bundle
of woman's belly.

the brow of the child
is first to form,
while gills still
pulse in the jostled quiet.

the long sleep
before birth hypnotizes
until shock of tongs and thrusting thighs

the song of falling haze,
veins, translucent

breath, heartbeat
and hunger.
tears and a sometimes
return to the quiet

hearth of stars in their cool
pond, bright blankness.
the depths
and the old remembering.

the waves
without the water.

-- Berkeley, California, 1966

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 28, 2016 4:52 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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The essence of innocence.

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