Carl Sandburg Being born is important You who have stood at the bed posts and seen a mother on her high harvest day, the day of the most golden of harvest moons for her.
You who have seen the new wet child Dried behind the ears, swaddled in soft fresh garments, pursing its lips and sending a groping mouth toward nipples where the white milk is ready.
You who have seen this love's payday of wild toiling and sweet agonizing.
You know being born is important. You know that nothing else was ever so important to you. You understand that the payday of love is so old, So involved, so traced with the circles of the moon, So cunning with the secrets of the salts of the blood, It must be older than the moon, older than the salt.