|Publisher||Faber & Faber|
|My Copy||library hardback|
|First Read||May 07, 2014|
New and Selected Poems
But the birth of a child is an uncontrollable glory;
Cat's cradle of hopes will hold no living baby,
Long though it lay quietly.
And when our baby stirs and struggles to be born
It compels humility: what we began
Is now its own.
- from For a Child Expected
Quoted on May 7, 2014