As a drenched, drowned bee <br />Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, <br /> So clings to me <br />My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears <br /> And laid against her cheek; <br />Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm <br />Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk. <br /> My sleeping baby hangs upon my life, <br />Like a burden she hangs on me. <br /> She has always seemed so light, <br />But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain <br />Even her floating hair sinks heavily, <br /> Reaching downwards; <br />As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee <br /> Are a heaviness, and a weariness.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-baby-asleep-after-pain-2/
