Liberian Literary Magazine
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I Have Found What You Are Like
None so devotional as that of “Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have
called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death
installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died
early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I
knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
E. E. Cummings
(1894 - 1962)
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
To My Mother
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 - 1894
newfragile yellows
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once
more
The little feet along the floor.
lurch and.press
—in the woods
which
stutter
and
Mother o’ Mine
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
Rudyard Kipling, 1865 - 1936
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
Book: 100 Selected Poems by E. E. Cummings
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down
to me,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
To My Mother
Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849
Because I feel that, in the Heavens
above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of
love,
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me
whole,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
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