Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother / Lola Ridge


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
from Sun-Up and other poems, 1920

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

Lola Ridge biography
Mother on The Penny Blog.

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