The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly.
They moisten their lips with their tongues. I can feel
them urging me on. I hold the baby in the air.
Heaps of broken bottles glitter in the sun.
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I didn't understand the whole poem, but I was impressed, and that is what matters.
Mark Strand was poet Laureate of the United States from 1990 to 1991. He died at age 80 in 2014.