Malade - Sách nói Miễn phí

A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN

       As a drenched, drowned bee
     Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
       So clings to me
     My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
       And laid against her cheek;
     Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
     Swinging heavily to my movement as I walk.
       My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
     Like a burden she hangs on me.
       She has always seemed so light,
     But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain
     Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
       Reaching downwards;
     As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
       Are a heaviness, and a weariness.