#308 To My Mother (Edgar Allan Poe)

No creo que exista una antología de poemas a la suegra. Quizá a modo de guasa, con poemas humorísticos. Pero también existen tributos sentidos y emocionantes. El mejor viene de una fuente quizá inesperada. Poe perdió a su madre cuando tenía 2 años, así que aquí le habla a su otra madre y logra escribir una elegía tanto para su mujer como para quien la trajo a la vida.

TO MY MOTHER

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,

The angels, whispering to one another,

Can find, among their burning terms of love,

None so devotional as that of ‘Mother,’

Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—

You who are more than mother unto me,

And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,

In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.

My mother—my own mother, who died early,

Was but the mother of myself; but you

Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,

And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife

Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.