Author Erica Jong The man giving birth in the dark has died & come back to life again, is stretching out his arms in the dark as if to embrace favorite ghosts. His heart stops & starts. Once more he has been pardoned for nothing. It is my father making the darkness into daughters. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments