Mother Mind by Julia Ward Howe
I never made a poem, dear friend-- I never sat me down, and said, This cunning brain and patient hand Shall fashion something to be read. Men often came to me, and prayed I should indite a fitting verse For fast, or festival, or in Some stately pageant to rehearse. (As if, than Balaam more endowed, I of myself could bless or curse.) Reluctantly I bade them go,
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"I never made a poem, dear friend--..."
"Mother Mind" by Julia Ward Howe is a sad and love and deep and spiritual english poem consisting of 40 lines. This English poem by Julia Ward Howe demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I never made a poem, dear friend-- I never sat me down, and said,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Julia Ward Howe's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.