The scene they play
is the midfwife’s
without the midwife.
Blood, groans
have drained into the gold
and all her pain
is inward and to be.
The child
is like
a prophet
on her knee.
A Doctor of Science.
In joy
in his forehead
flexes in his sphere.
His hand
that claws her face
catches her tear.
Anne Stevenson (Great Britain/USA, 1933-), source: Poetry, issue 1987/October, November
Cover image: still from the Soudade Kaadan‘s last movie The Day I Lost My Shadow