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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two angels sit in your womb, <br>& in their rosy chamber <br>They weigh your name<br>Like rhyming treasures: <br> <br>“If there were a word, mightier <br>Than Love, ‘Mother’<br>Would be mightier, & far more<br>Loyal. & if a single word<br>Can command from Kings<br>A pause or tear, what word<br>Is greater, & far more dear? ’”<br> <br>“A word far loftier <br>Than that humble praise, ”<br>The other angel plays.<br>“’Fate’ hangs high above<br>This cradle in which we stir, <br>& concurs all kings, both vile<br>& sincere. Fate concurs all, <br>‘Fate’ is the word.”<br> <br>“Fate may steer <br>Happiness we bestow, <br>& so I bow <br>With respect<br>For your word. <br>But can this ‘fate’ collapse<br>Three allied gods<br>Of love, faith, <br>& moral dynasty? <br>Can this word you hold so dear, <br>Quake immortality <br>With pathless fears? <br>‘Mother’ can combat <br>This drifting shadow, <br>My word is armed with love. <br>‘Fate’<br>Can breed & die with work, <br>But love is the child of mother. <br>& mother is saved by child.<br>As mother cradles <br>The child in youth, <br>The child shines her name<br>With proof… <br>Above the ‘fated’<br>Eclipse of death.<br>This vital truth of ‘Mother’<br>Weighs far greater<br>Than the common<br>Mapping of your stars. <br>This humble word<br>I proudly pronounce <br>‘Mother’ <br>Hugs your ‘fate’<br>As time hugs the scars.”<br> <br>The other angel stirs...<br>“Please consider <br>My word, ‘Fate’ <br>Is armed <br>With much: Joy, death, <br>Envy, & a mask<br>Of love, we draw <br>As Obsessions-<br>It is the fate of one<br>To not love the other.<br>But what stirs <br>My word’s work<br>Is a single measure <br>Bound to every person, <br>& even in your child <br>Of love—<br>& that is this occasional <br>Poison we mourn as hate. <br>My word can command<br>Such venom, I sadly admit, <br>Such venom indeed<br>That eats away <br>At the tender crafting <br>Of this child’s faith.<br>Through my ‘fate’<br>Your child of love<br>Has learned to hate.<br>& if there is no love, <br>Is there a ‘mother’? <br>If love is to abandon<br>Your word, <br>Your word serves mine <br>Through mortality.<br>Through my word, <br>Yours can die, <br>‘Mother’ is but folly <br>To the hidden demons<br>Of my ‘fate’ & lives as long, <br>As my stars can trace.”<br> <br>“I disagree, ” the first angel boasts<br>with light. “I disagree <br>With your value of love.<br>With what esteem <br>Do you shame & weaken<br>This seed, which first bloomed <br>Into infantine humanity? <br>Was it hate, this weapon <br>You justify with praise, <br>That which nurtured<br>The birth of progress? <br>Was it hate that united <br>Brothers & sons? <br>That bred kings <br>& marked countries & seas, <br>& fed healthy passions, <br>& rising charities? <br>Was it hate that men valued <br>Consistently above self, <br>& still attempt to concur <br>Through philosophy & art? <br>Was hate their light? <br>Was hate their purpose? <br>Does man count the stars, <br>& scour for hate? <br>No, to this you must agree, <br>It was 'Mother'...love of country, <br>Of self, of companionship, <br>& immortality, <br>(A dagger to ‘fate’) <br>That nurtured our progress.<br>& my word, <br>‘Mother’<br>Taught the trade of love<br>To members of progression—<br>So man has means to dream.<br>After all, aren't all dreams <br>Cultured by desire? <br>Desire nurtured by some love, <br>All love nurtured by ‘Mother’<br>Mother nurtured by progress, <br>Progress nurtured<br>Back to desire… <br>& so the wheel <br>Of immortality spins.<br>The force behind the work, <br>My constant word of<br>‘Mother’, the ivory pillars <br>Of birth, <br>Love, & dreams.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Masiela+Lusha">Masiela Lusha</a><div class=q>
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Than Love, ‘Mother’
Would be mightier, & far more
Loyal. & if a single word
Can command from Kings
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