...as glorious as my mother in her rags.Selah...

“When the image of her comes up on a sudden—just as my bad demons do—and I see again her henna hair, the eyes dwarfed by the electric lights in the Star Lady Barbershop, and the dear, broken wing of her mouth, and when I regard her wild tatters, I know that that not even Solomon in his lilied raiment was so glorious as my mother in her rags. Selah.”    ~Edward Dahlberg (1978), Because I Was Flesh on his mother, Lizzie..
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RECUERDO
We were very tired, we were very merry –
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable –
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,

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We hailed “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept “God bless you!”    ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay