Doctor Williams having delivered
eleven hundred babies
In Rutherford New Jersey
also delivered from himself
eleven hundred poems
each poem a baby
to grow up and please the Doctor
and give him pride in himself
as the mother of each baby
and himself her obstetrician
thus having two prides
ever pleasing his heart —
one the embryo poem
in his fertile brain-womb —
the other his obstetric skill
with no use of forceps
delivering the brain-child
to wriggle in black ink on white paper
Doctor Williams saying often to himself,
       “Good babies make good poems.”