Birth
Samuel Beckett
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
Francis Bacon
As the births of living creatures at first are ill-shapen, so are all innovations, which are the births of time.
Philip Larkin
Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me)— Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the Beatles’ first LP.
William Carlos Williams
They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter.
William Butler Yeats
The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?
William Butler Yeats
That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight.
William Wordsworth
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life’s star, But trailing clouds of glory do we come Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close
William Blake
The Angel that presided o’er my birth Said, “Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth.”