Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

The New-Born Baby's Song - Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford

When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.

For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.

Comments about The New-Born Baby's Song by Frances Darwin Cornford

  • Susan Williams (1/30/2016 12:36:00 AM)

    Ouch! ! ! ! Well-written! Enjoyed the poem immensely once I got that biting image out of my head. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/29/2016 3:34:00 AM)

    Nicely written poem, a song heard by the baby...10 (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (1/29/2016 12:48:00 AM)

    Extremely riveting poem that seems to portray a baby's emotions truthfully. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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