Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

The arrival of a child is like the song of the morning. The speaker is describing an infant. The poem goes on to speak of the poignancy of this child from how and why it is concieved to a mother jumping out of bed rescuing her infant because it is crying. The speaker says, "Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry took its place among the elements." I loved this description because it really does shed light on the idea that a new life is entering this world and someone is responsible for that. It is the only thing in the world, that is poignant and entails all that lyric life has to offer, that humans can control and that is the creation of a life and the destruction of one- life and death.