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Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

To My Mother


Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Bronze Star - 6,774 Points * Sunprincess * (1/27/2013 12:40:00 PM)

    I agree David and truly to love your spouse
    then you must love your spouses mother as
    much, to know the child is to know the mother
    and to love the child is to love the mother..
    a most fabulous write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie L J (7/8/2012 2:39:00 PM)

    I have to be honest... I don't really understand this poem. Can someone explain to me what he's saying? (Report) Reply

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