| Quote #4
I'm no more your mother
Once again, our speaker is playing some fancy tricks with words. Is she saying that she's not the baby's mother? Or is she asserting that the baby has a place in the natural order of things? You could even call this a poetic version of "The Circle of Life." As the mother grows older, new lions come into the world. Or, um, babies.
| Quote #5
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
This is the only explicit self-portrait that we get from our speaker in the entire poem, and it's not a pretty one. "Cow-heavy and floral"? We're not exactly chomping at the bit to join her. Is this description overly harsh? Or is it an honest assessment of her new place in life? Either way, it's not all that inspiring. Which is pretty much our speaker's point.
| Quote #6
And now you try
This is the first time in the poem that the baby's sounds have been described as conscious linguistic productions, which is a huge shift. It suggests that our speaker might have shifted her perspective, as well – the baby's not just a creature in the world. It's a thinking being, and a creative one, at that. After all, music is a creative act. Now that's a big step up from a "bald cry."