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Mother Your love was like moonlightturning harsh things to beauty,so that little wry soulsreflecting each other obliquelyas in cracked mirrors . . .beheld in your luminous spirittheir own reflection,transfigured as in a shining stream,and loved you for what they are not. You are less an image in my mindthan a lusterI see you in gleamspaleContinue reading “Mother : Lola Ridge : : Mother Poems : :”