Among my family and friends we remember many May birthdays.
………………..I offer this poem in honor of them all.
THE BIRTHNIGHT
Dearest, it was a night
That in its darkness rocked Orion’s stars;
A sighing wind ran faintly white
Along the willows, and the cedar boughs
Laid their wide hands in stealthy peace across
The starry silence of their antique moss:
No sound save rushing air
Cold, yet all sweet with Spring,
And in thy mother’s arms, couched weeping there,
Thou, lovely thing.
-Walter de la Mare
Gladsome Lights 
This brings such comfort to my heart as my precious little cat, Bart, has a new birth.. a birth beyond the mortal seemings in his yes, Mother’s arms far and weee he sings a new song… and I rejoice in his second of many re births. love, merri
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The last two lines of this poem baffle me. Why is the Mother weeping? Who is the lovely thing?
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From the title of the poem I take it that a child, the Lovely Thing, has been born that night. I assumed the mother was weeping for happiness.
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Thanks for responding. Poems often baffle me 🙂
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How sweet to be born in May. Happy Birthday wishes to all!
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Thank you – my birthday is in May too 🙂
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