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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY MOTHER, by JAN NERUDA
First Line: Know'st thou, dear mother, of the golden sun
Last Line: My need is e'en as grievous as the sun's.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Know'st thou, dear mother, of the golden sun
Last Line: My need is e'en as grievous as the sun's.
Subject(s): Mothers
Know'st thou, dear mother, of the golden sun,
And of his mother -- legend passing fair --
Who, night by night upon her withered breast
To slumber lulls her son far spent with care?
Yea, the poor wight must rove enough, enough,
Yea, all the day he through the world must go,
Enough gray mists and tempests, gloomy clouds,
Almost as much as man bears here below.
A graybeard he lies down, a youth he rises,
With new-gained strength afresh o'er heaven he runs --
O mother, mother, yea, thou righteous angel
My need is e'en as grievous as the sun's.
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