Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Poetry Tuesday: "Things" by Lisel Mueller


What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.

We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,

and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.

Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.


Anonymous said...

this is nice -- i found it very comforting as I sit in the mountain of kleenex around me, warmed by the cough syrup, soothed by the light of my computer. nah, not nearly as good as the poem. i tried.

Bossy Betty said...

May the mountain of Kleenex be in the distance soon as you journey on to health!

Thanks for commenting.


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