so much depends
on the authority
of a reality
to guide me
in a logic
to live comfortably
yet desire differently.
For many, birthdays are a time of celebration—of growing older, of beginning a new year of growth and change—and reflection on the lives they’ve lived so far. Browse our selection of poems about birthdays.
|1789||Infant Joy||William Blake|
|1894||On His Seventy-fifth Birthday||Walter Savage Landor|
|1855||There was a child went forth every day||Walt Whitman|
|2004||A Happy Birthday||Ted Kooser|
|1966||Morning Song||Sylvia Plath|
|2000||Essay on November||Stephen Kuusisto|
|1998||A Newborn Girl at Passover||Nan Cohen|
|2004||Poem at Thirty||Michael Ryan|