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

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