“Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?” ArtLightMotherMoonSnowSecureSilverBowsDreadHuntersSummitCloudyHuntressAlpine Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)
“Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it. We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother. For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man's toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.” MenMatterMightMotherVirtueOur LivesWifeChangedHonorMoonNo Matter WhatGrandmotherThreatenedVirginsRestlessnessRigidityFaithlessMother GrandmotherWife MotherTogas Author:Ursula K. Le Guin
“Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.” WayHeartLongHardEarthLastsMotherGirlHouseBreakSawsAirFeetSkyFieldsBrokenColdWalkingMoonSpringMouthsDaughterToughStonesBlueMovedWinterIceSatLakesShyFlatsMy DaughterFrozenLong WayBlue SkyMy GirlNew MoonGraniteBare FeetFrozen Lake Author:Carol Ann Duffy
“I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun.” YearsRealityMotherSunMoonAgingEndureFiftyHeroicRealismDisillusionment Book:Later Poems Source: Later Poems