Birth Poems
Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
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The Pig
by Roald Dahl
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
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Frost At Midnight
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again ! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings : save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
'Tis calm indeed ! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood,
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It started with an Egg
by Mario Odekerken
It started with an egg.
Smooth,closed,a quiet question.
The kind of silence that leans forward,
waiting to become something.
It sat in the hollow of a nest,
built from twigs,wind,and insistence.
No promises. Just warmth.
And the slow ticking of becoming.
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Womb of TwinFlame Beginning
by Ghairo Daniels
WOMB OF TWINFLAME BEGINNING
In delicious Womb of all beginnings
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts
warm gurglings of God’s dream for us
Morning glories were waiting
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radio will fm: "all whining, all the time"
by atef ayadi
breaking news:
your birth was a cosmic error.
more at 11.
here is the play list,
you requested yesterday:
the sound of one hand clapping;
plus
remix.
mozart’s requiem;
on loop.
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as we metamorphose
by Ghairo Daniels
as we metamorphose
two points of a straight line
birth and death that need to
lightly kiss, after plunging depths
dissolve scars, burns from rock
fires, drawings in mud or deserts
falling through dream spaces
crossing grids ferocious or mundane
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A Birth
by Ghairo Daniels
A BIRTH
Twelve hours in velvet dark
I waited for your shaft
to penetrate my channel of desire
birthing purity and long lashes
You came without a doubt
Acacia branches making curtains
their feet digging deep for
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