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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=468545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=468545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IN the sorrow and the terror of the nations, <br>In a world shaken through by lamentations, <br> Shall I dare know happiness <br> That I stitch a baby’s dress? <br> <br>So: for I shall be a mother with the mothers, <br>I shall know the mother’s anguish like the others, <br> Present joy must surely start <br> For the life beneath my heart. <br> <br>Gods and men, ye know a woman’s glad unreason, <br>How she cannot bend and weep but in her season, <br> Let my hours with rapture glow <br> As the seams and stitches grow. <br> <br>And I cannot hear the word of fire and slaughter; <br>Do men die? Then live, my child, my son, my daughter! <br> Into realms of pain I bring <br> You for joy’s own offering. <br> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=468545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=468545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Nettie+Palmer">Nettie Palmer</a></strong></div>

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