Lola Ridge: Mother
Lola Ridge
(1871-1941)
Mother
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors …
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall …
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
Lola Ridge poetry
kempis.nl poetry magazine
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