scene 17
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sometimes words aren't enough
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Anne is in labor and edward is nowhere to be seen.There are complications, she is bleeding too heavily.The baby is a boy but is still born.She instructs the midwife to put the dead baby in the cradle and leave.
Anne raises her self up.She gasps from the pain.She walks hunched over, holding her stomach to the baby's cradle.She leans over and picks the baby up in her arms, then shuffles slowly over to a chair at the end of a bed.She sits down.The pain is excrutiating.She looks down at her baby and wipes his face then kisses him on the forehead.She begins sobbing.She looks up as if looking to the heavens and lets out the most blood curdling howl.The grief is overwhelming.The howl echoes through the house.Half a mile away servants are working in the garden.They hear the howl, stop and look back across the manicured lawn to the house.When the howling stops, they look at each other and sigh.They go back to work.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem