• My husband says spring will be early.He says this every year,And every year I disagree.He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation.Together we make the equinox

    Lisel Mueller
  • TearsThe first woman who ever weptwas appalled at what stungher eyes and ran down her cheeks. Saltwater. Seawater.How was it possible?Hadn't she and the manspent many days movingupland to where the grassflourished, where the streamquenched their thirst with sweet water?How could she have carried these sea dropsas if they were precious seeds;where could she have stowed them?She looked at the watchful gazellesand the heavy-lidded frogs;she looked at glass-eyed birdsand nervous, black-eyed mice.None of them wept, not even the fishthat dripped in her hands when she caught them.Not even the man. Only shecarried the sea inside her body

    Lisel Mueller
  • How I would paint happinessSomething hidden, a windfall, A meteor shower. No-A flowering tree releasing all its blossoms at once,and the one standing beneath itunexpectedly robed in bloom…

    Lisel Mueller
  • HeartlandNow that we’ve given our hearts awayWith the bric-a-brac, we want them back.Now we look for them secondhand, Someone else’s, in the old songs, The slowly unfolding novelsWe never had time for. Hearts That taught themselves to fly;…overstuffed hearts, still leakingDowny secrets like feathers.We want someone to say, ‘I give you my heart’, meaning,‘Summer and winter’, meaning‘All my time in the this world’…

    Lisel Mueller
  • at home the bookshelves connected heaven and earth

    Lisel Mueller
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