There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impract — Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
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There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impractical; she was an unbearable detailOf the supreme celestial map,Of which I had been taught that there wasNo such thing.

— Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems
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