The arrival of a newborn deserves special attention. A poem like this one, placed between the pages of a beautiful card, would delight any new parents.
CRADLE SONG
curled like a hoop in sleep
unearthly of manufacture,
tissue of blossom and clay
bone the extract of air
fountain of nature.
softly knitted by kisses,
added to stitch by stitch,
by sleep of the dying heart,
by water and wool and air,
gather a fabric rich.
earth contracted to earth
in ten toes: like cardinals.
in ten fingers: the bishops.
ears by two, eyes by two,
watch the mirror watching you,
and now hush
the nightwalkers bringing peace,
seven the badges of grace
five the straw caps of talent,
one the scarf of desire, go
mimic your mother’s lovely face.
~ Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990), English novelist, travel writer, dramatist and poet
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