These tender and transformative poems celebrate the journey of expecting a child. They paint portraits of the miracle of life growing within, capturing the emotions of joy, anticipation, and wonder.
These verses may reflect on the profound changes that occur physically and emotionally during pregnancy and the bond formed between parent and unborn child.
Poets describe the significance of this life-giving phase. These poems become tributes to the power of motherhood and the precious gift of new life.
‘Before the Birth of One of Her Children’ by Anne Bradstreet is a moving poem about a woman’s opinion on death. Inspired by her pregnancy, the speaker pens this epistolary to her husband.
All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joyes attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
But with death’s parting blow is sure to meet.
‘The Abortion’ by Anne Sexton is a harrowing and highly thoughtful account of a journey home from a pregnancy termination that explores complex emotions.
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
Just as the earth puckered its mouth,
each bud puffing out from its knot,
I changed my shoes, and then drove south.
‘The Annunciation’ is a deeply thoughtful depiction of the moment Mary learned she’d carry the son of God.
Nothing will ease the pain to come
Though now she sits in ecstasy
And lets it have its way with her.
The angel’s shadow in the room
‘My Mother Dreams Another Country’ looks at the worries that afflicted a woman in the 1960s pregnant with a mixed-race child.
Already the words are changing. She is changing
from colored to negro, black still years ahead
This is 1966 - she is married to a white man -
and there are more names for what grows inside her.
Kenneth Slessor’s ‘Sleep’ describes how an infant is born in the womb of a woman. This poem describes the journey of life from inanition to entity.
Do you give yourself to me utterly,
Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh
Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly,
But as a child might, with no other wish?
‘A Sunday Morning Tragedy’ reveals a tragic attempt to avert shame, ending in the daughter’s death and the mother’s deep remorse.
I bore a daughter flower-fair,
In Pydel Vale, alas for me;
I joyed to mother one so rare,
But dead and gone I now would be.
‘Woman Seated in the Underground, 1941’ is a haunting portrait of a woman’s fractured mind as she sits in silence, trying to remember who she is in the aftermath of war.
I forget. I have looked at the other faces and found
no memory, no love. Christ, she’s a rum one.
Their laughter fills the tunnel, but it does not
comfort me. There was a bang and then
‘Sonnet 3’ is a Procreation Sonnet addressing Fair Youth while emphasizing the significance of procreation.
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
The poem, ‘Her First Week’, inparticularly reveals both sides of motherhood and the many facets of feeling and emotions that come along with having a baby.
She was so small I would scan the crib a half-second
to find her, face-down in a corner, limp
as something gently flung down, or fallen
from some sky an inch above the mattress. I would
‘Metaphors’ by Sylvia Plath is an autobiographical piece. It was written during Plath’s pregnancy and discusses the meaning of motherhood.
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
‘My First Weeks’ is a description of the first two weeks in the life of a child and the pleasure she gets from nursing.
Sometimes, when I wonder what I’m like, underneath,
I think of my first two weeks, I was drenched
with happiness. The wall opened
‘Song for a Birth or for a Death’ links love and fear to primal instincts, blurring the line between humans and the animal world.
The slit moon only emphasized
How blood must flow and teeth must grip.
What does the calm light understand,
The light which draws the tide and ship
‘The Language of the Brag’ by Sharon Olds is an unforgettable poem about the strength and exceptionality of women’s bodies. It is set against the backdrop of giving birth.
I have wanted excellence in the knife-throw,
I have wanted to use my exceptionally strong and accurate arms
and my straight posture and quick electric muscles
‘The Need to Recall the Journey’ by Sujata Bhatt is a poem about the past and a speaker’s desire to return to the moment her child was born. It was too fleeting, she feels, and she can’t help but wish she was there again.
I want to return 10
to her moment of birth.
It was too quick.
I want it to go on –
‘To an Unborn Pauper Child’ by Hardy reflects on life’s pain for an unborn, ending with unexpected hope for human joy.
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Sleep the long sleep:
The Doomsters heap